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hee0soo · 1 year

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3 A.M Confessions

Summary: You missed your chance to be with Changbin. Or did you?

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Having been friends with Changbin and the guys was one of the best things that ever happened to you!

Why they had decided to take you in and adopt you into their little group was beyond you but you wouldn´t want to change anything ever!

The friendship you built was something you cherished but there was one of them who had managed to make himself a home in your heart!

Seo Changbin was your best friend. He was the one who had first talked to you and he was the one who included you into the group.

It was Changbin who managed to break you out of your shell and went ahead to help you out when your parents cut you off for wanting to study what you liked and not what they wanted.

Now that it had been 2 years, you had a job, an apartment, a major you loved and a raging crush on your best friend!

How could you not when he was the epitome of a lovable, fluffy teddy bear that could choke you if he wanted to!

And now that he had a girlfriend it was so much harder to hang out without feeling the claws of the little green eyed monster clawing at your heart.

Every time he would bring her with him and when he didn´t, the boy was always on his phone texting with her instead of focusing on the group.

Wonyoung was nice and sweet and the height difference between the two lovers was almost comically funny but it didn´t help with the fact that you felt like dying anytime the two lovers were being all lovey-dovey with each other.

Chan and Jisung watched as you sat on the couch with Felix, Hyunjin and Minho. They witnessed the way you looked ready to throw up while watching Changbin feeding his girlfriend with strawberries, flirting and giggling constantly.

“How long do you think until she has enough and pulls Wonyoung off of him?” Jisung whispered to the eldest, trying to avoid looking at the pair too much. He himself didn´t like the way the production major was acting with his girlfriend around.

Changbin wasn´t rude or anything but his focus seemed to shift entirely away from the group the longer he was dating the tall girl.

Chan shook his head at his friends whispering. He too wasn´t particularly excited to witness you suffering in silence while Changbin was absolutely clueless as to how you were feeling about his relationship.

All of them had thought that if anyone was going to turn out as Changbins girlfriend, then it was going to be you!

They had all waited for one of you to finally confess to the other, imagine the surprise when Changbin introduced Wonyoung to them one random movie night.

It had been awkward to say the least! None of them knew how to act and seeing your heart break right in front of them was devastating.

They weren’t surprised when you started to slowly pull away as Changbin kept bringing his girlfriend around to hang outs with the group!

You didn´t want to and sitting alone around your apartment, watching movies and stuffing yourself with ice cream was not the most exciting of things.

It had gotten to the point where Felix came visiting you at least twice a week with Seungmin and Jeongin in tow, trying to cheer you up but nothing could replace the sinking feeling in your stomach that you were losing the person you wanted to be around most!

“Y/n, you want to come to this smoothie place we found last week with Seungmo and me?”Hyunjin asked and Jisung watched with glee as Changbins head whipped around, starring at Hyunjin as if he wanted to set him on fire with his gaze.

The visual ignored the way he got starred at and kept looking at you expectantly.

You shrugged, not having anything planned for the next day since Changbin had already told you he was going to be on a date with the girl on his lap.

The production major thought he heard wrong when you actually agreed to go out with the two other boys. Since when were you hanging out without him?

Sure, he didn´t have a lot of time recently but it wasn´t that bad! Right?

The dark look he sent Hyunjin did not go unnoticed by Wonyoung.

“What´s wrong binnie baby?” she pouted because her boyfriend stopped feeding her with fruits.

You pulled a face hearing the nickname for her best friend. Not that you didn´t call him Binnie but you sure as hell didn´t whine the way Wonyoung did right now.

“Nothing baby, just remembered that I have a paper due next week…” he shrugged.

The boys rolled their eyes at the obvious lie but it was seemingly enough for Wonyoung. She did question the answer, only cooing at him to rest with her.

It was all you could take for the evening so you quickly got up, wanting to leave without looking at your best friend.

You said your goodbyes, waving at them before gathering your stuff and leaving.

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The bus drive to your own place was filled with music playing over your headphones. You felt sad about the fact that you missed your chance to confess to him but all you could do now was accept your fate of utter misery.

Yes it was misery watching the person you loved most love someone else… but they seemed happy and if Changbin was happy then that was good enough for you.

It didn´t mean that you had to like that it wasn´t you who made him happy.

You okay? Send 11:23 p.m by Jisung

I´m good. Send 11:24 p.m by you

Girl don´t lie, we´ve seen the way you basically escaped! Send 11:26 p.m by Jisung

What do you want me to say Sungie? That I want to throttle Changbin and Wonyoung whenever they act like lovesick puppies? Send 11:27p.m by you

Would be a start at least… send 11:34 p.m by Jisung

Don´t worry we´re annoyed by them too! Send 11:38 p.m by Jisung

Not helping Jisung! Send 11:46 p.m by you

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Getting woken up by knocking at your door at 3:23 a.m was not on your bingo card for the day!

You tried to ignore it, hoping that whoever it was would be leaving soon but the knocking continued. Sighing, you got up to see what was going on.

What you didn´t expect was to see Changbin through the peephole.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you whisper-yelled as you ripped the door open.

The boy looked like he had seen a ghost. Whatever caused him to knock your door down at 3 in the morning seemed to cause a very earth shattering reaction.

“Y/n I…”

“What ´s going on? Are you o-?!”

The sudden crash of his lips on yours cut you off, leaving you speechless. His hands on your cheeks were holding you in place.

But the moment was gone as quick as it came and now it was your turn to look like you had seen a ghost.

His mouth left yours but his face hovered closely in front of yours, thumbs caressing your cheeks gently.

“Huh?”

“Before you say anything, Wonyoung and I broke up! We fought after you left and she´s not the one I love! She never was and I’m sorry that I didn´t realize until after but she and the Jisung were very insistent that I should stop hurting us both and confess already. I thought they were crazy when they told me how you felt but it´s worth a try and I’m sorry if I´m destroying our friendship but I-“

“Changbin shut up!”

Falling silent, the boy looked ready to cry. It was as if he was expecting you to reject him. To scream and shout but you could only look at him.

“Please say something y/n?” he whispered. Desperate to hear from you that you did not hate him!

“I love you too…” you mumbled under your breath.

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bincutie · 1 year

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Pretty Like a Boy

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Warnings: Transmasc!Changbin, GN! Reader, angst, FLUFF, Changbin has a mental breakdown, transphobia/some internalized transphobia, gender dysphoria, very mildly suggestive if you squint really hard, some smooching, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3k

Note: This is completely self indulgent but I hope you guys like it! Additionally, I edited this very quickly, please don’t mind any typos.

It's been weeks since you and Changbin have been at the apartment together, and eve longer since you’ve done anything together other than sleep. So you can’t really help the warm wave of excitement that spreads through your chest when you come home to see his shoes and bag in the entryway of your home. You're so happy at the thought of spending time with your lover that you don't even question why he'd be home so early in the day. You slip your shoes off quickly, nearly tripping over your own feet as you do so.

You practically bounce your way through the apartment, correctly assuming he’s in your bedroom. It’s only when you’re standing outside the slightly opened door that your excitement dies, your stomach dropping as your blood seems to turn cold. There is your Changbin, the love of your life, furiously wiping away his tears as he looks into the mirror. You frown, but it feels like you're frozen in your position, unable to do a thing. He sits at your small vanity, various bottles and palettes and rubber bands and brushes are scattered over the counter space. The junk that was there previously has been cleaned off, though one look at the floor next to the space tells you it’s simply been pushed to the side for now. He doesn’t see you in the mirror, and you find yourself wondering if it’s because his tears are blurring his vision. There’s makeup trailing down over his face, his eyes and cheeks are red and puffy, there’s lipstick smeared across his lips and cheeks, you can see the pink shade of it wiped on the sleeve of his shirt. His hair is pulled back, almost in a bun style, but there are random strands falling into his face..

It startles you when you hear him growl at himself, frustrated. Before you even have a chance to react, your lover is yanking the pins and ties out of his hair - tugging harsh enough that you’re sure he’s ripped some of it out, and using his shirt to rub hard at his face. You throw open the bedroom door, rushing in before you can stop yourself. You’re gently grabbing at his wrists, holding his hands, gently caressing the skin of them. You’re fighting back your own tears, your heart shattering every time a pitiful sob wracks through his body. You pull his strong arms around your waist and he’s tugging you closer, holding you so tight that maybe it’s slightly more difficult than usual to inhale, but you don’t care. Not when he’s shaking in your arms, not when his tears are staining your shirt while he muffles his cries against your tummy.

“Oh, Binnie…” You’re petting his hair, leaning to press soft kisses against the crown of his head. His hands are gripping the fabric of your shirt so tightly, you’re pretty sure it’s ripped. “What happened, lovely?” When he only buries himself further, sobs harder, you’re gently shushing him, rubbing his back.

“It’s alright, baby, just breathe with me for a minute, okay? Can you do that, my Binnie?” He hesitates, but eventually offers a small nod. “Okay baby, good. Let’s take a deep breath now, ready?” You do it with him, breathing in slow and deep, still holding onto him. “Good, good, good. Okay now another…” You keep doing that until his hands aren’t trembling, until his heart isn’t pounding, until he’s sagging against you - his sobs morphing into small, quiet hiccups.

“Bin?” He doesn’t respond for a minute, and you let him take his time before he slowly peels himself away from you. He doesn’t look up, instead taking an interest in his hands. The look in his eyes is far away, staring through everything his eyes happen to meet.

“I’m sorry…” His voice isn’t even a whisper, but you hear him loud and clear.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Bin, I just want to know what happen-”

“I do.” His voice cracks. “I’m a…” He shakes his head, his gaze hardening, still directed towards his hands. “I’m a fucking freak, okay?” You’re opening your mouth to respond to him, but he continues. “I don’t understand why I can’t just be happy in the body I’m in. I don’t get why it’s so fucking easy for everyone else. It’s not fair.” His hands are shaking again, but he pulls them away when you try to hold them again. “It’s never fucking fair.” His voice raises to yell, his hands shooting out to shove away the products on the countertop, to push his chair back. He doesn’t stand up, simply hunches over and buries his face in his hands. You watch his tears fall through the spaces between his fingers, watch them drip steadily into his lap, creating a dark spot on his pants.

“I can’t exist how I want to. I can’t look or dress or act how I want to because then they’ll just-” He can’t finish his sentence, his voice cracking. His words are nearly unintelligible through his heaving sobs. “You don’t deserve someone so… so messed up.” He stays quiet for awhile, and you very slowly take one of his hands into yours.

“Bin… you can express yourself however you want to. It doesn’t matter what-”

“Don’t.” You’re startled at the way he cuts you off, his voice loud and stern, completely unlike the Changbin you’re so used to. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You know better than anyone else that it matters. It’s the only fucking thing that matters.”

“It matters that you’re comfortable.”

“I can’t be!” He finally looks up at you, his hand squeezing yours tightly. He looks disoriented, his eyes wide and bloodshot as they dart over your face, searching for something you aren’t able to figure out. He looks exhausted. “I’ve changed everything about myself trying to convince the people around me - trying to convince me- that I can be a man. That I’m a real man. And I thought that maybe when I did that I’d finally be able to be who I am without everyone just assuming, just thinking, that I’m- That it’s-” He growls at his attempt to get the right words out, fresh, hot, angry tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Fuck, I just want to be pretty.”

If your heart wasn’t shattered before, Changbin’s tired, broken voice as he cries out the words, his head hanging low, destroys it. You can feel the burn of tears, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get rid of them, you try to swallow the hard lump in your throat.

“My Binnie, you are pretty.” You’re petting his hair again, tucking the longer strands behind his ears, but he’s shaking his head.

“No. I can’t be. I want to be pretty like- like a boy. Pretty like Hyunjin. Pretty like Felix. Pretty like any of them but I can’t. They’re beautiful in a way that only men can be and I’m not…” He pauses for a moment, a strangled sob cutting through his words as he stares down again at his unsteady hands, his trembling fingers. “I’m not real.”

At first, you’re speechless. You’re frozen in your spot in front of him, your hand still hanging onto his. But then you’re pulling him towards you, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can. He’s hugging you once more, and you find comfort in the return of his bone-crushing grip. You don’t know how long the two of you stay there, Changbin’s tears soaking your shirt once more, and your fingers gently carding the tangles out of his hair.

You pull away first, gently moving your hands to his shoulders as you crouch in front of him. You offer him the smallest smile, lifting a hand to his cheek to wipe a tear away with your thumb.

“I’m going to go grab some things really fast, and I’ll be back. Is that okay?” He sniffles, but nods at you. When you stand again, you press a kiss to his forehead before practically jogging to the kitchen and returning with a chair. You set it down in front of Changbin, facing him. You press a kiss to his cheek before you make your way into the bathroom, retrieving the makeup wipes that you both have a habit of leaving neglected. You return once more, pecking his nose before you quickly pick up every product and tool he previously had sitting on the table.

“Changbin?” You’re holding his face in your hands as if he’s the most delicate thing in the world. And right now, you think he might be. He looks pitiful. Miserable. “Is this okay?” You gesture to the makeup wipes. He nods again. His eyes close as you set to work, gently wiping and dabbing at his messed, red, puffy skin. You press soft kisses all over his bare face, earning the tiniest of smiles from your lover. “Oh, there’s my pretty boy.” His smile widens just slightly, and then his chin begins to wobble, his bottom lip trembling. You press a kiss to his lips this time, hushing him, already wiping the tears away as they fall.

“Now, now, none of that, my love. There’s been enough of that.” He sniffs again, but takes a deep breath and nods again. He opens his mouth and you know what words are going to come out of it before he can even make a sound. Your finger is pressing to his soft lips, and you can’t help your little giggle when his eyes open, surprised. “There is nothing for you to be sorry for, and we both know that. You know, only real men express their emotions.” You press kisses to his cheeks. “Only real men are comfortable enough in themselves to want to experiment with their expression.” You tuck his hair behind his ears again, offering a gentle smile. “And you, my dear, are the realest man I have ever known.” He’s looking into your eyes and you have to admit, it makes you kind of nervous, but there are more important matters to attend to.

“My sweet, strong, perfect Changbinnie. You are the loveliest, prettiest, bravest man that I know. And I know you hear that from me a lot, but I mean it.” Your thumb brushes over his cheek. He leans into your touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips, his eyelids fluttering. “I’ll tell you every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day if I have to. I know it’s hard. I know it sucks. It really fucking sucks to be in a body that doesn’t feel like home. But I need you to trust me for a minute.” You’re wiping his tears again, but you don’t mind. You know he’s listening to you, hanging onto every word that passes through your lips. “My beautiful Changbinnie. I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I have never, ever met someone like you. Someone as loving, and strong, and caring. You are so, so gorgeous, my love. On the inside, and on the outside. Sometimes I wonder how someone so perfect even exists. How I ended up with him.” He’s starting to blush slightly, his eyes occasionally moving away from you. “And no other man has ever made my heart flutter the way you do. No other man has ever accepted me the way you do. Loved me the way you do. Touched me the way you do. No other person in this world could ever compare to my amazing gorgeous partner, Seo Changbin. And I’d never want anyone else to try.”

You lean forward, your lips pressing to his in a soft, slow kiss. His eyes are still closed when you move away. You smile at him, and sit up straighter.

“Now. If my beautiful hunk of a man wants to get all dolled up, then you bet your cute little ass that it’s going to happen.” He finally, finally gives you the smile you’ve been craving since you found him here tonight.

“My ass is not little.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Shut up and let me do my work. Pick out what colours you want on your face.” He takes his time looking through the palettes, picking his favourites. Once he’s chosen, you put everything else away, an attempt to keep things organized, and get to work. His face twitches less than you expected, though you don’t know why you’re surprised since he does have this done nearly everyday. You do laugh when the powder makes him sneeze, only laughing harder when he sends a little glare your way. You take your time, humming to yourself as you continue. You make sure to emphasize your favourite features of his - his jawline, the curve of his nose, the apples of his cheeks, his striking gaze. By the time you’re working on his lips, you’re the one blushing, butterflies soaring back and forth, up and down, all throughout your stomach. When you announce that the makeup is finished, he tries to look, but you won’t let him. He pouts at you, and it almost works, but you’re able to hold strong. You block his view of the mirror, instead asking what he’d like done with his hair.

“I tried to put it in like… a cute bun. I’ve never been good at doing my hair..”

“Aye, Aye captain!” He cringes at this.

“Ew, don’t call me that, you sound like Jisung.” It makes you giggle. You thank your past self for thinking to detangle his hair, it made your job a lot easier. It doesn’t take long at all to have his hair up nicely. You excitedly tell him to stay put, running to the bathroom to retrieve your box of hairpins. He picks a pair of pretty silver ones with a design of twirling, vine-like flowers. You’re careful as you put them in, not wanting to mess up your creation and also trying to avoid irritating his scalp where he tugged at his hair previously. Once you’re sure that they’re perfect, you slowly back away, taking in your work.

“Oh come on, you’re overreacting.” He says it in an attempt to hide the blush, because you genuinely are not. Even though you’re the one that did this for him, you release an involuntary gasp when you see the finished product in all his glory. Your eyes are shining, your heart is beating fast, and heat prickles at the skin of your cheeks. You move a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide how flustered you really are. “Okay now I know you’re just be-” He turns mid-sentence, any words he was about to say slipping away as he sees himself. He almost looks like he’s seeing himself for the first time. His mouth is slightly open, his eyes wide, unblinking. Your heart swells when he leans closer, raising a hand to his reflection. A gasp of his own spills out of his lips, as though he can’t believe what he’s seeing. You know the answer before you ask the question.

“Do you… like it?” Before you can even blink, Changbin has turned around, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around the room. An incredulous, joyful laugh is the only answer you need. He’s still holding you, even as he sets you down, and he’s quick to lean in for a hard kiss - unable to express what he’s feeling in words. You’re giggling when his lips move all over the skin of your face, raising your arms to shield yourself from him.

“Stop it! You’ll ruin your lipstick Seo Changbin!” You don’t think he cares, judging by the way he loops his arms around you and kisses you again. And again. And again. He’s breathing heavily when he sets you back down, on your bed this time. He’s awestruck as he looks into your eyes.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky.” Your ears are heating as he speaks in between his kisses pressed to any skin he can reach.

“Yeah, yeah, pretty boy, now let me take pictures of you before you ruin my creation.” He obliges, sitting still for you, posing for you, his bright smile visible in every picture. Before you can put your phone away, he forces you into a few selfies with him, despite your insistence that he’s going to make you look like a wet rat.

He’s calm, content when you help him clean the makeup off and take his hair down later that night. You never stray too far from each other, both of your lips pressing against the other’s skin, smiling against them, holding them tight. You never want to let go of him.

“I really do love you. I don’t know where I would be if I didn’t have you. You said that I was the sweet one. The loving one. The caring one. The accepting one. But I couldn’t be any of those things without you giving the same to me. So thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Binnie.” Your head rests against his chest as the two of you talk, laying in the quiet darkness of your bedroom. “I’ll spend my entire life reminding you that you’re beautiful, and I’d never get bored of it.” He doesn’t respond, at least not so loudly. But the way his arms tighten as he pulls you impossibly closer, the way you feel the gentle touch of his lips against the top of your head, the deep muttering of ‘I love you’ tells you everything you need to know. He’ll never let go of you either.

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currently-stanning-bts · 1 year

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Changbin x reader ❄winter falls, now i'm running back to you❄

Changbin x reader

Warnings: maybe some typos, sorry!

category: Angst, no fluff

Authors note: with the Xmas season here I decided to make something for SKZ! I've been listening to 'Winter Falls' a lot this season, and Changbin's lines have me crying 😭😭😭 But don't worry! All of my Binnie lovers! I promise I will make it up to all of you!

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Changbin, he was your boyfriend for close to three years. But suddenly you both had a big fight one day. It had escalated quickly, so much so that you're sure the neighbors would be complaining to HOA in the morning about how their neighbors would not shut up. You weren’t even sure what the argument was about by the end. When there was a slight break in the screaming you had started to break down, but Changbin seemed to be unaffected by it. He used to always stop what he was doing and comfort you. Instead of going to comfort you, he scoffed and went into your shared bedroom. Not even ten minutes later he came back out with a bag of clothes. You jumped up and ran to block the door so he wouldn’t leave.

“Chang, please,” you pleaded with him. “Please don't leave me. I’ll change! I’ll get better! I swear, just please don't leave me Binnie. I don't know what I’ll do without you! I can barely function when you're on tour, I can live without you, please!!” But all of your cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears. Changbin simply moved you to the side, and without looking back left.

When the door closed you sobbed into your hands. You knew it was for the best, you both had been fighting for a while now, and it was over stupid things. But you loved him, you truly did. On the other side of the door, Changbin still stood there, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. It was cold outside, winter was just around the corner. Winter… It was your favorite time of year. The snow, the cold, cuddling up with him under the blankets watching one of the dramas Hyunjin had recommended for you. Everything about it, you loved it all. Changbin was so close to opening the door and running back into your arms. But he held himself back, scared that you would not take him in again after what he did. He knew it was for the best that you both go your separate ways, the fighting had been getting out of hand for a while, and tonight was the last straw, for the both of you. That night Changbin went to the dorms to stay with the other members. When he arrived they were shocked to see him, but let him in none the less. He told them what happened and they consoled him, then Hyunjin went to console you. The members knew that you and Hyunjin were like brother and sister and he could always calm you down if Changbin couldn’t. You and Hyunjin ended up talking about what happened as well as watching more of his k-dramas.

*One year later*

You and Changbin still have not talked after a year. Even though a lot of time has passed, neither of you have healed completely. It has been exactly one year since Changbin walked out of your shared apartment. You knew that you would be most sensitive today, and most of winter. Winter reminded you too much of Changbin, the times you would cuddle by the tv under all of the blankets you both had, when he would build a snowman with you, the times you would have hot chocolate after you were done outside. Everything, from the cold bitter nights to the beautiful calm falling snow.

It was currently 12 O’clock in the morning, and you were curled up under Changbin’s favorite blanket to use during the winter times as he held onto you from behind. You grabbed the pig plush he had gifted you all those years ago, and grasped it tightly. You were watching a k-drama you and Hyunjin had started together, and you could tell that it was getting to a good part, the girl was going to finally confess to the boy. And hopefully he would return her feelings. You really wanted them to get together and had been rooting for them since the beginning of the show. Right as the boy was about to give his answer you heard a knock on your door.

You paused the tv, and got up, the blanket around you and the pig still in your arms. You unlocked the door and cracked it open and saw Changbin standing there, looking as nervous as the day he confessed to you. You both made eye contact for a split second before you slammed the door in his face, tears already gathering in your eyes. “y/n, please! I just want to talk to you! Please let me in… I-” he started but cut himself off. You heard him sigh and then start talking again. “I can’t function without you… I need you back in my life. I’m sorry for what I did, but… I thought that a break between us was needed. I see how wrong I really was. Y/n I can’t live without you, please let me in, I’ll make it better I swear!!” He pleaded but you ignored him, you wanted him to think you were doing so much better without him. “Please…” he whispered, you heard a thump, and you knew it was his head on the other side of your door. “y/n I… I really miss you, I can’t live with myself for what I did to you. I’m so so so sorry, I was wrong okay.” his voice was rising. You knew this was how it always went, first he would start off calm, then before you knew it, it would turn into a yelling competition between him and his echo. You held onto your plush and blanket tighter and you slowly started to cave around yourself. “I was wrong okay! Is that what you want to hear! Well there, y/n I was wrong to think we needed a break! Please let me in!” You shrunk in on yourself, holding the small pig close to your chest as you slid down the door. You go back to Changbin.

You couldn't be together anymore, you could see that, and you knew Changbin could too but he wanted to deny it, his mind wanted to move on, but his heart told him otherwise. It told him to go after you, to keep you from leaving his life for good. “Changbin we can’t be together.” you said quietly, but you knew he heard you. “Why?! Y/n I love you!! I’ve changed I swear!!” He pleaded again. But you shook your head, “no…no Changbin we can't, you know that! Sure you were right for me, but it just… it wasn’t the right time, for either of us.” and with that you locked your door again and went back to the couch where you're sure you would be crying for the rest of the night. Changbin had to accept it one way or another, and this was the best way for you. Both of you.

You looked out of your window a few minutes later, Changbin had left, and you saw that the snow was starting to fall onto the cold ground. It was beautiful, pure, untouched by the harshness of the ground. A glimmering white even in the darkest of night. Tears fell down your cheeks as memories flooded into your head of Changbin and you were out in the snow when it first started to fall. Changbin always used to say you were both like a movie, but it looks like this movie doesn’t have a happy ending. That's the thing though, it's not a movie, as much as you want it to be, it can’t. You wish it would have a happy ending where you ended up staying with Changbin, but life and fate had other plans. Maybe in another life or time, but not here, not now.

You made your way back to the couch and pressed play on the tv so you could finally finish the episode. Maybe this could make you feel better? You truly hoped it would.

‘The boy looked at the short girl in front of him, unsure of what to say. A minute passed before he finally spoke. “I… I don't like you that way Haneul. I’m sorry, but I can’t see us being together now, or any time in the future. I think it would be best to end our friendship here, I don't want you to get hurt or for people to start assuming things…” The girl nodded, tears already filling her eyes. She could have sworn that he liked her back. The moments they shared together, the amount of times he picked hanging out with her over his other friends. But no, it turned out she was wrong. Maybe he just wasn’t meant for her? She guesses she’ll never know. How could she when he walked out of her life forever? The boy smiled, but it looked more pity filled than anything. He turned and left the girl crying there all alone. She cried and cried, but he didn’t come back. Haneul wishes he would, but she knew he wouldn’t, so, she made her way home, in the cold winter snow.’

The screen went black and the song ‘Winter Falls’ by Stray Kids started to play. More tears fell from your eyes. Changbin used to sing this song along with ‘24 to 25’ to you all of the time when you cuddled on the couch when it snowed and you could not sleep. The memories hurt, but they were something you would continue to cherish for the rest of your life.

‘We are like movie, I feel out of breath / Talking about the old days makes me toss and turn again / While I know there's nothing I can do / I'm reminded once again as I hesitate after seeing pieces of you / Winter Falls, the snow falls / Purer than anything / Falls, I'll try to erase everything about you / That still remains with me / I loved you, loved you, loved you / As you did, loved you, loved you, loved you / Again it falls, the snow falls / We fall apart / Winter falls, oh / Winter falls, oh / Please fall before I fall / I loved you, loved you, loved you / As you did loved you, loved you, loved you / Again it falls, the snow falls / We fall apart.’

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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cheeseceli · 4 months

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When you don't use their card

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: Wondering if you could do stray kids giving you their card when you go out shopping, but you don’t use it and they see you haven’t and what they do 💗🖤

Warnings: not proofread; nothing more if I'm not mistaken

A/n: this layout is so pretty, admire it with me for a second pls

Bang Chan

Y'know when he goes 🤨? That's him right now. Genuinely doesn't understand why you wouldn't use it. Like, the card was right there... Next to you... And you chose to not use it? If you explain that you just didn't want to use his money because you didn't feel comfortable, he'll explain to you that he doesn't mind in the slightes if you spent it. Actually, he'd be kind of honoured if you did. When he convinces you, he is smiling all adorable and content fr

Lee Know

When he didn't receive any notification from the bank he thought you had actually lost his card lmao. The minute this thought pops in his head he's calling you asking about the whereabouts of his card. When you tell him that you just didn't want to spend his money, he'll manage to convince you to use his card through the phone. He has a proud grin when he receives the first notification from the bank.

Changbin

He'd be kinda sad ngl. When he offered you his card and you took it he was feeling so proud of himself 😭 like "oh I'm such a good boyfriend :D". So when you don't use it he pouts for a second or two. Spend his money and he'll get happy again real quick!!

Hyunjin

Got a little :( tbh. But he doesn't address about it nor have a really dramatic reaction at first. Some days later he will spoil you with a lot of gifts, things he thinks you could've bought with his card. Half of it is just to make you happy and half of it because he wants to make you feel valued through his acts.

Han

Oh he's betrayed. How could take his card like you were going to use it but then you don't?? Stabbing him would've hurt less (he'd be so dramatic lol). Would try to go shopping with you next time just so he can make sure he'll be the one paying

Felix

When he didn't receive any notifications of the bank he thought that you just didn't buy anything. Perhaps nothing satisfied you so you didn't even buy it. But when you come back home with your shopping bags he's so ??? Like "how did you buy those things🤨". Audibly gasps when you tell him you used your own money. Betrayed pt2.

Seungmin

Gives you a glare that makes you freeze when he finds out. Next time you go shopping he offers you his card again, making sure he's glaring at you again like there's a threat in his eyes - "you better use this card this time." When you actually do he switches up completely and gives you the sweetest smile ever lol. It would be kinda cute ngl

I.N

I think that at first he wouldn't have noticed that you didn't buy your things with his money. But then you go shopping again and his bills stay the same... I think he'd catch up at the second or third time. Accuses you of letting him be delusional all this time believing he was the one paying for you😔 jokes aside he'd let you know that it's okay if you don't feel comfortable spending his money, but it's his pleasure to spoil like this and that if you don't mind him paying, you shouldn't hesitate on actually using his card

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seungminhour · 5 months

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┌──── -ˏˋ 📱 ˎˊ-

└➤ how bf!skz would react to you not calling them by a nickname / term of endearment

hyung line | maknae line

◞✩ pairing : bf!skz x gn!reader

◞✩ contains : humor, fluff, swearing, just general shenanigans

◞✩ notes : thank you guys sm for 500 followers 🥹 i’m gonna try to finish a bunch of my drafts to celebrate 🫶

01. bang chan.

02. lee minho.

03. seo changbin.

04. hwang hyunjin.

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j-onedrabbles · 9 months

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What do you think about Stray Kids and partner privileges, what do they let their partner get away with the other members can't? This keeps me up at night I won't lie to you

Hmmmmm good question lovely. Here are my thoughts;

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Chan ♡ chan definitely let's you get away with distracting him from work. He knows you’re really just trying to get him to take a break and take care of himself, but he rarely listens to anyone else when they do that. You could walk over to him when he’s busy working on a track and just pull the headphones off him, don't forget to kiss his cheek too! “Break time baby.”

He’ll immediately pull you down into his lap and cuddle up with you. He may try and keep working but the way you're giving him little kisses when you see him go for the computer mouse has him stopping and just loving on you until he moves you guys over to the bed.

Lee Know ♡ partner privileges with Lee Know are pretty much the same as Han privileges with him. Just a lot more kisses and cuddle than Han gets.

literally whatever you want from this man, at anytime, it’s yours. there's times where he will quite literally drop everything for you too, even if he's working. He will figure out a way to get you want you want or be where you need him to be

Changbin ♡ you could get away with getting him not to go to the gym. But even then, he'll opt to just take you with him and you just watch until he's done with his work out— he will smother you in sweaty kiss and hugs after though.

But if you're staying over and he plans to go to the gym, just through some puppy dog eyes and pouty lips his way and he'll do it later. His baby is more important than some weights, same thing if he's staying over at yours. Cuddle > gym when he's with you

Hyunjin ♡ jewelry sharing. He has so much omg. But he thinks it's cute when you ask if you can barrow a necklace just because you think it would good with you're outfit that day.

At some point would offer a piece of jewelry when you felt like your outfit was missing something. He'd take one look and just now he has a piece that would be perfect. Also just finds it a little funny when you guys are out and someone compliments his jewelry on you.

Han ♡ drink sharing. Man loves his americano's. My lord. I don't think he would share his coffee with anyone but if you asked for a sip, he could never say no. As long as you give him a kiss after!

It would be any drink too, especially if it was something you didn't drink often and just wanted to try that he had, he doesn't mind. Just random every day things when you're just parched enough for one sip of something and he just happens to have a drink. He'll share a little.

Felix ♡ video games! man's possessive of his computer probably—i mean, he did build it himself. It would probably start with just sitting on his lap while he plays then him asking you if you want a turn.

Even if you aren't good at whatever he's playing, he'll teach you. Always will offer you to go a round when you're hanging out and he was playing before you showed up. Find's games you could play together too! Might even offer to build you your own pc if you want

Seungmin ♡ clothes! I don't him really sharing his clothes with any one but his s/o. But he loves when you ask to borrow a shirt or a sweater from him. He will help you style it too.

He will sit there for hours with you planning out outfits for you. Maybe he'll even base it around a piece of jewelry you had. He's always offering a shirt, sweater, jacket, or whatever of his. Has so much fun with it

I.N ♡ You are the only person he willingly cuddle with. Rejects the guys all the time but you? He's just as clingy as the rest of the guys. Always wanting to hold onto you somehow.

Comes home to you and lays his head on your chest and hugs your waist. The first time it happened, the guys were really confused but gradually got used to it, thinking their maknae was starting to actually like kinship. After an attempt of trying to kiss his cheek and him shoving them away, they figured it was just because it was you

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mixtape-racha · 8 months

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lost boy | seo changbin

☆ part 3/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series ☆

words: 2.01k // warnings: childhood friends reunited, friends to more?

you hadn’t seen changbin in twevle years, surely he’d forgotten about you? kids of your age moved on from their friends like a change in the weather… right?

“please, y/n. without you… i’m just a lost boy. i can’t lose you again.”

coming back home was always a scary thought to you. you left home quite young, having to leave behind all your friends and everything you ever knew. moving from one side of the country to the other just because your parents got a divorce seemed so silly in your 11 year old head. just because mom and dad didn't love each other anymore, why did you have to go? but as your mom moved across the country for a job, and your dad moved back to his home country, you didn’t really have a choice. at least by staying with your mom you wouldn’t have to fly away for good.

honestly, you hadn’t seen your dad since the day he flew out to go home - not that you particularly minded. he was a very absent father, and so you weren’t missing a lot. what hurt the most was having to say goodbye to your best friend of seven years, changbin. you had met in kindergarten and had been inseparable ever since, so having to leave him behind as you packed up your entire home and drove away was heartbreaking.

you could vividly remember the way his parents had to stop him chasing your mom’s car as you drove off, both of you sobbing so hard that you struggled to breath. leaving behind changbin was the hardest thing you’d ever done, even at 23 years old, and you weren’t sure anything else could ever be harder.

so standing at the train station of your home town brought back so many weird and horrible memories. your mom had moved back to the town recently due to location changes at work, and having just graduated college you deemed it best to move back in with her until you could afford your own place. so, with way too much luggage on hand, you waited patiently for her to drive up and collect you from the station.

honestly, you couldn’t tell if the town had ever changed since you were last there at 11 years old. it was like it had been frozen in time, only now coming back to life. part of you was expecting to look in a shop window and see your childhood self staring back at you. you were more than relieved when your mom pulled up to the curb, beeping to pull you out of your trance and getting out to help you load your belongings into the car.

the drive was quiet as you took in the fact that you were back in the place where you experienced your first heartbreak. you hummed and nodded in the correct places, to show your mom that you were kind of listening to her, but really all you wanted was to sleep. moving back to your childhood home was exhausting, especially when you never thought you’d return there.

your mom allowed you a nap before you moved all your belongings in, saying she would just leave it all in the car while she went to run a few errands. you were extremely grateful for that, wanting nothing more than the warm embrace of sleep. it healed your inner child spectacularly when your mom came to tuck you into bed, kissing your head and telling you how happy sh was that were home.

you had almost drifted off when something she said as she was leaving made your ears perk up, and caused you to have some pretty strange dreams.

“all we need now is changbin to come over and play mario kart with you, and it’ll be like nothing ever changed.”

from that second onwards, he was on your mind for the rest of the day. was he still in the area? how was he doing? did he even remember you? it had been so long, would you even recognize the other if you walked past one another on the street? how were his parents, who were practically you second parents in the midst of the divorce and the move?

unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t even know for sure if he was still around for another week. you had just started a new job - part-time barista work in a local coffee shop, and it was nice. being able to get out of the house, reconnect with people from your childhood, and not feel like you were leeching off of your mom.

it was your third shift, and about half an hour until you finished for the day. you were behind the counter, scrubbing up the remains of an iced coffee one of your co-workers spilled everywhere, trying to impress a pretty girl with his ‘brilliant coffee making skills’. you offered to clean it when he quickly took off on his break, giving you a break from dealing with customers. but your attention kept getting drawn to a booth in the back corner, where a group of 5 men were sitting and laughing.

there was something so familiar about them, and you couldn’t put your finger on it. honestly, you didn’t even mean to stare or eavesdrop, but you were kind of glad you did.

“honestly, man. the new barista is really cute, i think she’s new in town. i haven’t seen her before she started working here.”

“yeah, thats because you’re a fucking hermit, jisung. you didn’t know we had a nando’s until a year after it opened.”

“yah! leave me alone! seungmin, he’s bullying me again.”

there was a lot of laughed, and it made your heart warm. you couldn’t wait to have a group of friends close by like that again.

“leave him alone, come on. or i’ll roast all of you right now.”

a giggle.

“do it, i dare you.”

“fine. chan - you’re old. jisung - you can’t skate, no matter how much you try to say you can. felix - the only way you get girls is by having an accent. oh, and speaking of girls, changbin –” your heart skipped a beat. “you’re still hung up on a girl that moved away twelve years ago and probably doesn’t remember you exist.”

fits of laughter erupted from the table, and you hastily moved to the back room for a breath. there was no way… right? it had to be a different changbin. it couldn’t be your binnie, could it? you were immensely glad that your shift ended, sneaking out the back door and catching the first bus you could back home.

it was overwhelming,knowing he was so close to you but didn;t even know you were there. should you have said something? you didn’t want to ambush him. what if he got to know you again and didn’t like you anymore? it was terrifying, and you just wanted a glass of wine and a nice, quiet night in with your mom.

it took another week until you heard anything else changbin. your mom had mentioned that his parents wanted to see you, and broached the idea of a small get-together to celebrate your graduation and moving home. with a grimace on your face, you agreed, knowing that your mom would invite all her friends and you’d be stuck in conversations that you had no idea about.

she was ecstatic that you agreed, instantly calling up some of her friends to let them know, and arranging it for the following saturday night. you weren’t working that weekend, so it was kind of perfect, but deep down you couldn’t bring yourself to be excited. you’d overheard changbin’s mom saying that they just told him you had returned to town, but would he even show up to the party? but would it be better if he didn’t? you were a huge ball of nerves and it was horrible. you missed him endlessly, and being back in town was dragging up all of those feelings, but what if everything went wrong when you saw him?

you kept worrying about it up until the day of the party, whining to your mom about it while she insisted she curl your hair. you didn;t understand why she was making such a big deal, you both always knew you’d go back to her after graduating anyway. you much would’ve preferred a spa night with some gin and pizza, but she was so happy to have people over that you couldn’t bring yourself to take that away from her. maybe after an hour or so, you’d tell her you had a headache, or were overwhelmed, so you could escape and hide in your room. yeah, that worked.

it was an extremely well-thought and calculated plan. you’d mingle, enjoy a glass of wine or two, then dip. was it rude? probably. was it worth it? 100%. but of course, like all well thought out plans, it came crashing down almost as fast as it was put into action.

the party had barely started half an hour ago, and already you wanted to leave. you were trapped with one of your mom’s work friends, and a lady who claimed to babysit you before you started school. you truly were trying your hardest to be polite, but it was difficult. that was until you heard a shriek of joy from your mother, and your eyes darted over to see her embracing changbin’s mom in a hug. his dad was standing behind them, and you swore he hadn’t aged at all. it was like being transported back 13 years, and suddenly your stomach turned.

“oh, i’m so happy (y/n)’s back! we tried to convince changbin’s sister to come, but she’s away on a business trip. we brought binnie though!”

oh god. oh no, you had to leave. like, right now. you weren’t ready to see him and get rejected from a friendship you’d never recovered from. you excused yourself from your conversation hastily, lunging towards the back door - but not before you saw a flash of black hair and a bunny smile embracing your mom.

your head felt like it was spinning as you plopped down on the swing chair in the garden. why did you agree to this stupid party in the first place? you could reintegrate back into the community at your own pace. you didn’t need to be force fed interactions with people you grew up with, you were a fully-grown adult for crying out loud. taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself, so caught in a trance that you didn;t hear the back door reopening and closing just behind your back.

“(y/n)? is that… is that you? your mom said i’d probably find you out here.”

it was like the world stopped spinning, pulling you out of your trance as you whipped your head around to be faced with the one person who both dreaded and wanted to see the most. seo changbin, in the flesh. and he was…. buff.

it was like a dam broke behind your eyes and you smiled softly as a few tears trickled down your face.

“hi, binnie.”

he grinned at your words, clearly relieved that you recognized him, and held his arms open for a hug. you couldn’t help yourself from getting up and leaning into him - it was like your body was working on its own accord. you both stood in silence for a few moments, and it was like nothing had changed at all.

“you’re still short.”

“hey, so are you!” you sniffled, pulling away to wipe your face on your sleeve. “i was so scared you wouldn’t remember me, or like me anymore.”

he seemed shocked at your confession, holding your face in his hands as he searched your face to understand what you were feeling.

“how could i ever forget you, or not like you? i’ve been praying on the day i’d see you again, stupid.” the grin on his face was infectious, and you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to poke fun at him again.

“you still scrunch your nose up like a bunny when you smile, too.”

“how could i not? my favorite girl is finally home.”

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diddybok · 5 months

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best friend!stray kids finding out from another member that you have a crush on them

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

➩warnings: strong language, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, it’s implied that reader is incredibly down bad for the member

➩author’s note: no angst! no angst! we cheered. i had so much fun writing this. fun fact: the thirst comments on seungmin’s are real ones i saw in the comment section of a gojo edit on tiktok

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chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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maybe, i like you

skz reaction: request - Hii I loved your post I was wondering if u could do a fake texts “them finding out from another member that u have a crush on them” thankyou and have a good day💕💕

pairing: bsf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: none?

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wooahaes · 6 months

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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