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Skz during your period
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Bang Chan 방찬
-If there was an Olympic category for best boyfriend Chan would pull gold every time and I put that on GOD. He is so?? Goddamn attentive during your period??? -You want,need,crave and long for NOTHING. Your pain? Taken seriously. Your cravings?? It doesn’t matter if you’re craving something damn near halfway across town, he’s gonna go and get it.
-He always makes sure you’re stocked up on pads and tampons, if he’s shopping by himself he’ll just pick some up and add it to the cart, yes he already bought some a few weeks ago but it’s better safe than sorry.
-oh you’re in class or at work and you got cramps?? Guess where you’re no longer gonna be🤡 mf is dropping whatever he’s doing and coming to get you IMMEDIATELY.
-you’re getting tucked in bed, snacks left on the dresser and a little cuddle session before Channie has to get back in the studio.
-So reluctant to leave your side too🥺 he doesn’t like seeing you in any sort of pain so he’s very tempted to just not go back, but you’re like ???? I’m still grown Channie jc—
-leaves you with wolf Chan to cuddle and checks up on you every hour making sure you’re alright
Minho 리노
-This tsundere little shit. He wants you on bedrest rest pretty much the entire time. You’ve got hw? You can do it in bed. You’re hungry? Don’t move, he will feed you…in bed. You’re bored, take a nap, it’s good for you. As long as you don’t need to use the bathroom or shower, he wants you in bed.
-Mother hen headass, Minho is so mommy omg???
“Ya y/n-ah, drink this”
“What is it?”
“Ginger tea”
And
“No no, drink warm water, cold water will give you cramps!!!”
“Minho pls I’m dying🥲”
-Massages your tummy for you and your pelvis cause cramps are a bitch
-has a million multi vitamins specifically for you
“Have you taken your vitamin B’s?”
“Yes ba-“
“What about your Vitamin E? Your vitamin C???”
“Minho yes-“
“I’m making salmon for dinner, you need omega-3”
-Still bullies the fuck out of you at the same time tho???
“Stop walking like that”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve got a stick up your ass…or in this case your vagin-“
-Still wakes up early in the morning to fix you breakfast and gives you pain killers if he realizes you’re fussing🥺
-Will throw sooni,doongi and dori in bed with you at random intervals cause cats fix everything
-all in all best boy
Changbin 창빈
-Ima be so real rn, this is the mf that makes
you go on walks to help your cramps💀 you can be on your death bed and he’s like ‘let’s go outside☀️🌈☺️✨’ and you’re just like ‘…boy stfu istg ima beat your ass-‘
-So ultimately when that doesn’t work and you threaten to leave him, things relocate to the living room. He has an older sister so he’s not completely clueless but he’s also like ????😧 when you start crying over an episode of SpongeBob cause whoa whoa whoa what’s goin on??
-If you’re the type that has mood swings this mf becomes the most peaceful and amicable person you’ve ever met. If you’re ranting to him and you’re wrong, at that current moment no you’re not.
“…and then I told her to get tf out of my face with her breath smelling like halitosis but I’m wrong???😒”
“N-no jagi, absolutely not🤡”
-draws you bubble baths!! He knows heat can help with cramps so he makes it all bougie and nice with the candles and rose petals and lavender body wash. Then you start crying again and he’s like😧😰 and it’s honestly just a mess but you appreciated it very much
-this dude is feeding you nothing but the finest and freshest stuff cause it’s better for you during your period. You getting all the major food groups whether you like or not.
“Binnie, I just want a burger🥺-“
“You better eat that damn salad y/n😒”
You couldn’t even be mad cause he knows how to throw down when it comes to a salad
Hyunjin 현진
-Oh this poor baby😭 he’d be going on about the strength of the uterus and how strong you are for doing this every month when you’re deadass three seconds away from committing a crime of passion🤡
-Will take up the majority of the housework with no problem, especially if you’ve got work or classes that day. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Drying as we speak. Bedroom? Clean. Bathroom? Sparking. Hotel? Trivago.
-Is extra affectionate when you’re on your period, and a lot more gentle in general. He knows you can feel extra crappy during this time especially if you also struggle with mental health so, extra forehead kisses, little notes in your backpack and all the cute little text messages that say ‘x y and x made me think of you❤️’
-He’s already known to give into your cravings but literally does not hold back during your period. Oh? You were simply THINKING about tteokbokki? Well he doesn’t know why it’s there either, but since it is I guess you gotta eat it🙄
-Will genuinely think you’re dying if you say your cramps are killing you💀 he’s fucking rushing around the house grabbing shit and you’re like ???🧍🏾♀️
-you send him out to get pads and mf comes back with literally every kind the store has
“I didn’t know which ones you needed🥺”
-s n a t c h e s any form of caffeine out of your hand
“It’s not good for your cramps😠”
-Will try to get you to consume one(1) fruit
Jisung 지성
-honestly this boy is so lost lmao—
-He is literally walking on eggshells around the house and doesn’t mention it cause he doesn’t want to say/do the wrong thing
-y’all are cuddling and he’s stiff as a board. You’re just sitting there like “boy what the fuck😒”
-you have to corner him to figure out what is wrong with him and poor baby is shaking like a leaf. He doesn’t know jackshit about periods and I mean that with all the love in my heart. He’s the type to ask ‘what size pussy you wear?’ and mean it
-you’re honestly wondering how he made it this far in life running off of the most basic knowledge
-but he’s so fucking funny to mess with so you just make up random period facts knowing that he’s gonna take your word for it.
“Sungie, did you know that the average person loses three cups of blood during their period?”
“T-thr-three cu-cups???😰”
And you’re just sitting there trying not to fucking ascend because he looks so concerned
-Doesn’t really have the intuition to get you stuff on his own, but has no problem if you ask him to. He’ll call you like
“Hey babe! Do you use the super soaker or the super soaker plus?”
And you’re just like
“…huh🧍🏾♀️”
-keeps a small stash of essentials in his studio along with a pillow,a blanket and some of his comfy clothes just in case you’re feeling fatigued🥺
-Will bring bbama over for baby cuddles if you’re having a rough day
Felix 필릭스
-Our little sunshine boy knows when you’re getting your period before you do. With two sisters and basic observation skills he can pretty much tell when you’re due and silently preps the house with anything you might be running low on.
-all the cuddles!! Pretty much attaches himself to your back the entire time as your own personal space heater.
-literally does so much research on things that might help cramps from foods to aromatherapy to orgasms to yoga. He just wants to make you as comfortable as you can be.
-He’s not one to be squeamish about blood. You bled through the sheets? He’ll just chuck them in the wash, it’s no big deal.
-he’s not gonna keep you on lockdown but he strongly advises for you to get more rest and tell him if you wanna take it easy that day🥺 it doesn’t matter what the plans were, if you’re not feeling up to it anymore he’ll reschedule and you guys can spend the day cuddling
-if he’s stuck at work, he will send you takeout straight to your house to make sure you’re eating. Also obligatory FaceTimes during the day.
“Y/n! I’ve got like five minutes, I ran away from Chan to call y-“
“FELIX!”
-brownies,cookies,cake pops, Rice Krispie’s, whatever you’re craving Felix will make it. This also comes with the extra effort of fighting off the boys in the dorm so it can get to you in one peace.
Seungmin 승민
-here we have our favorite unbothered nonchalant king. He doesn’t really treat you any differently unless you ask him to?
-Well at least that’s may how it appears to others. He likes to take care of you in much more lowkey ways, picking up around the house,cooking dinner,packing lunches and with his sugar daddy tendencies making sure you’ve always got pocket money.
So what if you just so happen to find a fifty in your wallet? Now you can go out with your girls after school.
-He likes to lurk in the background a lot of the time trusting that you’ll come to him for help, but if he sees that you’re obviously in pain and not doing anything about it he’s quite literally taking your ass to bed. Then you have to deal with his disappointed little puppy frown AND cramps while he fusses over you
-Will try to distract you with tv shows and talking about his day and if that doesn’t work turns in mom pt.2
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes”
“Water?”
“Yes”
“Gotten any sun?”
“Seungmin i’m not a plant!!!”
-Will serenade you with any song you desire might pout if you decline any day6
-Will let the affectionate puppy in him out if you’re really have a horrible time :( you get to experience cuddlemin first hand all while he threatens to murder you if you tell anyone about it☺️
-Honestly is lowkey shitting himself because he doesn’t know what to do and can’t fix it and it’s driving him insane🤡
-honestly just pats your head while you nap and frantically texts his older sister asking what to do
Jeongin 정인
-This baby is right up there with Jisung but slightly less clueless. It’s more than likely that you might be his first gf or at least one of the few he’s had so he’s not really experienced in this category
-Kinda just forks over whatever you want whenever you want it. Hoodies,sweatpants,baseball caps, whatever you want it’s yours.
-If he’s got time he loves to pick you up from uni and do something special like take you to a cafe to get something sweet or to walk around the park(his binnie hyung said walks are good for cramps)
-panics whenever you’re in any amount of pain “do we need to go to the emergency room😰”
-Is the boyfriend who does the cramps simulator because he wants to know what it feels like for you
…
He almost throws up but that’s besides the point
-After that you immediately get the princess treatment, you will not have to lift a damn finger as long as he’s there.
-Will go protective guard dog on you if any of the boys are messing with you too much. “Cut it out!! Y/n isn’t feeling well😠🔪🤺”
It’s very cute if you’re being honest but you tell him it’s alright. He’s still going to be protective of you anyways. Extra cautious when you’re walking outside, always having his hand on the small of your back.
-shoves pain meds down your throat on a god damn SCHEDULE. His innie senses start tingling the minute you express any sort of discomfort and he’s zooming to the medicine cabinet.
“Innie my liver💀”
“But your tummy hurt🥺”
-Also the type to rub your tummy and look at you like 🥺 ‘my poor babyyyy’, kissing all over your temples and cheeks
-he touches your boobs once(1) and almost gets yeeted into the stratosphere
-He almost cried because he didn’t know it would hurt you cause he always grabs your tiddies when you’re cuddling😭
-wakes up in the middle of the night to grab your heating pad and get you a snack
#skz#skz headcanons#skz fluff#skz reactions#dating skz#skz soft thoughts#skz soft hours#skz scenarios#skz bang chan#skz jeongin#skz jisung#skz lee minho#skz felix#skz seungmin#skz hyunjin#skz changbin#this one caused all the feelings tbh
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Hello 🤗 just came back from reading your poly hyunlix and I LOVED it. If you're up to requests, could do a poly Minsung one? Because God knows those two are my weakness
a/n~ oh my god hi!! it still surprises me that people see my writing, even if i do post it, on a public site, on the internet. but thank you so much for requesting! i was literally just talking about minsung to friend so challenge accepted!
also I'm so sorry this was overdue, the rona finally caught up with me :)
❁ when peter met rhino~ dating minsung
*siri play be mine by junji*
~sfw~
🍃minho thought love was simple, fall for one person and you are set for the rest of your life, what a clown.
🍃as soon as he realised he had it in him to pull the two people he was crushing on, he knew he was going to choose both of you.
🍃now jisung will mention it day in and day out how minho gives him butterflies and how oddly enough he likes the feeling. but don't worry, it's just his way of teasing. which is pretty obvious considering you're the one making his heart skip a beat daily.
🍃date nights are rare but when they do happen it's swoon worthy. both your boyfriends live for privacy which results in fast food on fancy plates, wine and heartfelt conversations.
🍃minho is a serial blusher, remind him to wear a coat and he turns to mush.
🍃loving the two of you actually brings minho to tears because it's the only way he can express himself. sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with the care he receives from both of you.
🍃you basically live in the practice room, what started as you dropping something off for a forgetful jisung resulted in you staying to watch your boyfriends practice. they lied and told the company it was a once off, it wasn't.
🍃also the way you guys compliment each other is sickening, you don't even have to do anything and they will claim you're a regular genius.
🍃you want to see some heartflipping shit? just picture the random pda they bombard you with. the most outrageous being when minho will loosely link his fingers with yours.
🍃 jisung is a funny guy, but he really goes out of his way to appear as the best, funniest, boyfriend ever. his love language is having a damn good time.
🍃 no one would guess that you are all in a relationship, they just think its a disgustingly cheesy friendship triangle.
🍃now while some people claim that they will be in a relationship with "the one" for the rest of your life, the three of your are just vibing. though jisung worries about this he will never mention it. not wanting to jinx your love.
🍃even if that's the case jisung still has a phobia of either one of you leaving. there's no way in hell that's happening .
🍃jisung is the most annoying guy ever and he knows it. his overuse of pet names is purely because he is begging for one of you to blush or scowl at him, he will take both.
🍃small pranks are inevitable so while this is the most serious relationship ever, you also like to torment each other out of love.
🍃minho could easily spend over an hour smugly saying that he is charming enough to date two people at once, but he opts for sneaking his simping into the songs he cowrites.
🍃but since it's minho we're talking about your tribute may come in the form of drive 2.0.
🍃when you decide to take your dates outside you do less dating and more staring at minho, who smirks into his cup of coffee trying to hide how flustered he is.
🍃 minho is the type to playfully scold the two of you for being all over him but that's literally just him saying that he wants more pda.
🍃even if you are living a dream 24/7, your favourite moments have to be when you're on the living room floor stretched out and talking while soonie, doongie and dori take their little cat naps besides you.
~nsfw~
🍃it's kind of scary how minho can seem so indifferent and not mention sex, hell he seems innocent until he gets that glint in his eyes. you better run (to your bed).
🍃jisung is so whipped for dom minho even if minho. he may be wholesome but he will beg for one of you to fuck him good.
🍃 your little hannie is oh so giving, he will play the part of whatever you want, his kink is literally trying out every kink.
🍃minho will only sub if he is exhausted or feeling sentimental. feel free to be rough with him but he lives for the validation that you care for him when he is feeling the most vulnerable.
🍃they are sugar and spice until sugar decides he wants in on the fun that spice is having.
🍃jisung may be a soft giving guy but he has it in him to absolutely wreck you. he will always make sure there are no hard feelings and that all of this is in good fun.
🍃but with minho whispering in his ear, telling him all the ways you deserve to be punished jisung can't help himself.
🍃the marks left behind are sore to the touch but the drastic shift between jisung's harsh words to soft kisses and even softer words is enough to give you whiplash.
🍃both of them have different versions of a corruption kink.
🍃minho wants to break you down in the neediest of ways, he wants to take away all of your innocence and self-control. on the other hand jisung will innocently taunt you, encouraging you to lose your innocent cover. he knows just how needy and sinful you are and is too willing to push all of your buttons.
🍃jisung's tongue is superior, not much can match the sensation of him going down on you or when you decide to wreck his mouth. give it your all, his gag reflex is so good.
🍃basically he has a major oral fixation, he just wants something in his mouth, he doesn't care if it's your fingers or minho.
🍃all of you have such intense sex drives, it isn't as gentle as you would think, you really just lust after each other.
🍃though you would have your gentle moments the majority of the time is spent trying out each one of your kinks.
🍃it's literally so wholesome though, the amount of attention you receive from each other and the lack of judgement is so nice. no matter how dirty your fantasies are your boyfriends will try to meet you half way.
#skz#stray kids headcanons#skz fluff#stray kids reactions#stray kids scenarios#skz smut#dating skz#skz minho#skz han#skz jisung#poly minsung#skz poly headcanons#minsung x gn! reader#skz soft thoughts#skz hard thoughts
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Targets and Watermelon | Felix
Summary: Felix decided he wanted to spontaneously take you for a short date at target
Warnings: none, just very fluffy
Notes: inspiration came from finding out Felix is ENFP
You had momentarily paused your nightly routine when your boyfriend suggested going out on a shopping trip. You had barely stepped into the apartment before he announced loudly that he was craving to do something spontaneous with you. He couldn't wait, he said, so it made you puzzled.
Still, after gentle coaxing and a lot of puppy eyes, Felix was always able to get his way. He even offered to drive, noticing that you were hesitant to even get back into your car. When you finally agreed, he couldn't help but shout in excitement as he raced to put his sneakers on. He all but dragged you down the hallway because you couldn't possibly be as quick as he.
"You wanna clue me in on what's happening?" You ask him with a glance out of the side of your eyes. You settled in the car, looking at the dark sky as it slowly morphed into a brighter area with street lights. "What's got you so...excited?"
He threw a charming grin your way. "I watched a lot of tiktoks on couples who do skincare together-stay together."
You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. It was cute knowing he did certain cheesy things to feel a little more aesthetic from time to time. Felix had mentioned before that the aesthetic couple style is what he wants the two of you to achieve. Though, he knew it was something you hadn't mastered quite yet. He liked to follow specific couple activities to give you something to look forward to by the end of the week. Felix had a bucket list for the two of you when you didn't have plans.
"Target?" You questioned, shifting your whole body towards him once he parks. "Can I have coffee?"
He was anticipating you requesting coffee, even at such a late hour. "Of course." He sent you a wink before leaving the car.
Felix's hands immediately entwined with yours as he guided the two of you into the store. It was brightly illuminated, a stark contrast to the night sky outside, and you squinted to readjust. While you were doing so, Felix was already pulling you towards the familiar coffee place inside.
"I don't think you should have coffee," you mumble to Felix after hearing him order two of the same drinks. You both shuffle to sit at an empty table as you wait.
Felix had shrugged off your concern, his wide smile never fading as he reached across the table to encase your hands under his own. "I am so glad we came here."
You furrowed your eyebrows but laughed. "Why are you so excited? What plans do you have?"
"Paycheck, baby. I got that bonus in our account today and I'm feeling a little special."
Little did you know that Felix was enthusiastically waiting for the coffee in hopes it will keep him up late tonight. He had made things planned just for you and he couldn't wait for you to be just as excited as he. He didn't want to get his hopes up too much, but he couldn't help but imagine your reaction once the night was over.
After a moment you began to browse the store, leisurely holding one another's hands as you sipped at your drinks. Felix may have seemed to appear calm to those around you, but the intense look in his eye as he searched for the items in his mind and the coffee in hand, you were starting to realize just what you were in store for. He even pretended to pause in front of an aisle, clearly not the one he was looking for, to feign calmness. He felt entirely the opposite, though, wanting nothing more than to speed down the store and to the exact aisles he needs.
When you finally come close to the skincare products, Felix releases your grip quickly and races towards the area he knew. There, he reached down and started picking up multiple watermelon-scented items. He handed you a few sheet masks, cute headbands, and even some lip balm as he continued to sort through them all.
You picked up the lip balm and examined it closely. "Watermelon?"
He tucked a few more random things in between his now-full arms. "Yes! This brand has really good ratings. Also, they encourage using the same products as your partner to ensure the same results."
"Results? Like, face care results? What are you trying to do?"
He finally turns to you, smiling ear to ear and eyes large. "We're going to be a watermelon couple!"
Surprised by his random confession, you let him drag you to the next destination, stopping in front of clothes. There he found matching watermelon onesies and fluffy slippers. You were lucky enough to spot an empty hand basket to place all the items into as he continued to pick out more.
Finally, you placed your hand over his. "Sweetheart," you say gently, afraid to upset him. "I think this is enough watermelon for now. How about we get some snacks that we can have later and watch a movie? Smelling like watermelon and all."
You weren't entirely sure which influencers he saw online that gave him this idea, and you didn't think you wanted to. However, the happiness just rolling off of him was too contagious to ignore. Even if it meant you would need to stick to smelling like a sweet fruit, you would do it to please him. You couldn't deny you had fun when he found specific, but very odd date ideas.
"What brought all this on?"
Felix had taken the basket from you now, wanting to hold your hand once again. "I just knew an energetic, comforting night like now was exactly what you needed."
It didn't matter what you ended up doing, as long as you were with Felix you were content. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his way of telling you 'i love you', saving you from being shy in a public place. He attended to your needs and didn't turn them down when you had any requests. Even with a goal in mind, he loved being able to go off course and do things at the spur of the moment with you. As long as you two were happy, your dates were always the most fun.
"Did you know watermelons are fruit?"
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Ok so I need to share/record this for two reasons:
1. Skylights are cool I mean it's like Batman. I'm not actually a big batman person but the light is still cool!
2. I think this is the only time I've heard myself and thought "oh that was cute". Like "the little guys happy about the skylights!" But it's just me. I've wanted so desperately for someone to see me like that especially a partner but it ended up being me of all people. Me my own policeman who watches every thought and action for signs of poor behavior so people don't hate me, me who what's every thought for hate, me who's always making sure I don't sound/seem like a creepy guy, me who is always watching for the signs of madness so they don't become scared of me and lock me up. Thinking about this actually made me cry, something I normally don't let myself do. And it was while waiting for some dumb boy who basically stood me up, predicated by being catcalled (for the first time), having a man tell me creepy things, and having a date postponed last minute and followed up by being cornered by a man until I took his damn number (for the first time). I just wanna have something like that song with the cats in yard of our house. But at least I was cute to me just for a little bit.
Tldr I had a tender moment with myself while being stood up. Where I saw myself the way I wanted him to see me. Also men were creepy to me for the first time. Twas a night
#self care#self importance#mental health#trans#nonbinary#dating#dating skz#catcalling#self image#sky light#clouds#cute#feminism#actually psychotic
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PIECE BY PIECE | minho
first date series. friends to lovers.
pairing: minho x fem!reader
word count: 6.2k
genre: college au, mutual pining, fluff, angst
warnings: drinking, referenced injury (very minor)
summary: minho, on a drunken whim, asks you out on a date.
chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin
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a/n: finally!! the minho part!! i’ve been sooo excited about this one since i first got the idea. i hope you guys enjoy! once again any and all feedback is appreciated, happy reading <3
“Dude, I think it’s clean.”
Minho looks up from where he’s scrubbing the counter, eyes narrowed. So what if it’s his third time going over every surface in the kitchen?
“Are you going to help me or are you just gonna sit there and make more crumbs?”
Jeongin’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. He holds up his hands in surrender, the bag of chips in his lap crinkling. “I’m just saying. You’re acting like she’s never seen the place before.”
That’s the problem. You’ve seen his place. Minho has to stop the shudder that threatens to overtake his body at the thought.
“So you’re not helping? Great. Get out.”
“I live here!” Jeongin whines. “Why do I have to get out? You can’t banish me like this.”
“I can and I will. Now leave. I have two hours to make sure everything is ready and I am not going to vacuum for a fourth time.”
“Yes mom,” Jeongin rolls his eyes as he unfolds his legs from underneath him.
He stops just short of the kitchen counter, points an accusatory finger at Minho’s disheveled figure still hunched over an imaginary stain.
“For the record, Chan hyung would never do this to me. He loves my crumbs.”
Minho throws the scrub daddy at him.
🏠
The night it happens, all it takes is approximately three shots and a pep talk from Hyunjin for Minho to finally find the nerve to ask you out.
“You’ve got this,” the younger boy says, words slurred, his hands steady on both Minho’s shoulders. The bass thumps loud in the other room, drowned out by the walls of the kitchen until it’s nothing but garbled nonsense going in one of his ears and out the other, vibrations low in his chest.
“I’ve got this.” Minho repeats, the thrum of alcohol already spreading to his fingertips. He feels warm, light on his feet. His limbs are starting to loosen up and his insides are turning to jelly. He might even be floating.
“You look hot.”
“I look hot.”
“She’s gonna say yes.”
“She’s gonna say yes.”
“You’re gonna venmo me twenty dollars.”
“I’m gonna venmo you twenty dollars.” Minho parrots before he can even process what he’s saying. Changbin, who’d been watching the entire thing unfold from where he stands with his back pressed against the sink, snorts.
“Wait, what the f—”
“Go get her!” Hyunjin screams, pushing him through the door of the kitchen with one last pat on the back, “And send me my money!”
Minho stumbles over himself, just barely able to stop in time before he goes crashing into a group of people. The living room is crowded: there’s furniture pushed up against the walls, bodies pressed front to back in the middle of the floor, a makeshift DJ stand in the corner where Chan is controlling the music from his laptop, drink in hand. Minho catches his eye from across the room, the glow of the LEDs reflecting off the toothy grin he shoots his way, dimples on full display.
“Hey!” Minho feels someone grab his arm, and he turns to find you staring up at him. “Where’d you go? You said you were gonna get a drink.”
Minho follows your eyes down to where you’re staring at his empty hands. “I—uh, well. I ran into Hyunjin and we took a few shots.”
The pout you give him does nothing but spur on the fluttering of his chest, his brain still hyper aware of the way your hand was resting on his elbow. “Shots? I want shots!” you whine, and Minho has to avert his gaze from staring at your lips when your pout only worsens.
“How much have you had?” he tries to ask over the music. There’s a shitty pop song playing, high pitched and wonky. If he remembers in the morning, he’ll make sure he berates Chan about his DJ-ing abilities.
“What?” you scream back, tiptoeing to bring your mouth closer to his ear.
Minho is only a man. A man who's been in love with you since the moment you accidentally spilled your coffee all over Hyunjin in the quad during freshman year. He remembers that day well, remembers the way your eyes went wide and your lips parted. He also remembers the way he wished it was him with the large wet stain on his shirt, that way it was him that was offered to have his lunch bought as an apology.
He’d never admit it, but sometimes really late at night, when the moon is high in the sky and he’s feeling oddly sentimental, he counts his lucky stars that Hyunjin had been in a relationship at the time. Minho doesn’t know what he would’ve done had he been forced to watch the two of you hit it off—some form of arson, presumably. Anything to take the edge off. But because of the fact that Hyunjin was not trying to have his head cut off by said girlfriend at the time, he invited Minho along as some sort of collateral damage. That’s when the two of you became friends. Kind of perfect if you ask him.
With the jumbled mess of butterflies in his stomach that he gets whenever you’re near him, and the threat of the alcohol slowly seeping through his skin, his brain short circuits the minute your breath grazes the shell of his ear. When your hand follows not long after, fingers gripping the nape of his neck to hold him in place, he almost passes out.
“Min? What’d you say?”
Minho is rendered completely useless by you. Absolutely ruined. Your existence has thrown his entire plan to woo you off course and now his mouth is opening and closing like a badly programmed robot. Pathetic. Nuts and bolts for brains.
By the grace of God (or some other higher being that Minho’s never bothered to believe in until this very moment) he finds his voice, but not before you’re pulling back with a confused look on your face.
“I asked how much you’ve had to drink,” he says, straining against the music.
A saccharine sweet grin that has him seeing stars spreads across your face, “Not enough!”
Minho is not an enabler. Never has been, never will be. There was one time, back in that fateful freshman year that also introduced the two of you, that he let Hyunjin get blackout drunk. A terrible decision on his end, if the earful he got from Chan the next morning was anything to go by. And as if that wasn’t enough, he was finding remnants of the resulting hacking session for the following week. So yeah, never again.
But while Minho isn’t an enabler, he is smitten, and the way your hand feels wrapped around his wrist as you drag him into the kitchen has his soul threatening to leave his body. He thinks that maybe he could do anything as long as you asked. He also hopes you can’t feel the way his pulse is rabbiting beneath his skin, right under the press of your thumb.
“There’s, like, nothing here.” you say as you rummage through the cupboard near the window, nose scrunched and a frown on your face.
Minho laughs, rounds the kitchen island to crouch down and open the cabinet under the sink. “That’s because you don’t know where to look,” he smirks, pulling out a fresh bottle of tequila. “Also, Chan hyung is greedy. He knows people like you will go scavenging his supply if he isn’t careful.”
“I resent that.” you frown, taking the bottle from him. “Besides, people like me deserve to have fun too.”
“Mhm, sure.” Minho says, grabbing a solo cup. He holds his hand out for the bottle, pours just the right amount before sliding it over and following it up with a can of coke.
“A man after my heart.” you joke, holding your cup up to him in a mock toast before downing it in one go. Minho watches with so much focus, fighting against the way his head spins. He doesn’t even know if it’s the alcohol anymore, it might just be the effect you have on him. Dizzying—you flip his entire world on its axis in the best way possible.
Minho’s gonna be seeing your exposed neck in his dreams later, he’s sure of it—it’s branded into his memory.
“That…is so fucking bad.” you giggle, holding your cup out. “Another one.”
Minho clicks his tongue. “I don’t know…”
“Pleaseeee Min,” the lilt in your voice sounds oddly familiar. Minho holds his breath just in case you—yup. There it is. There goes that pout again.
It’d be so easy for him to lean down and kiss it right off your lips. He could blame it on the alcohol, maybe, but then that takes away from how he actually means it.
He sighs instead. “It’s gonna cost you.”
“An arm and a leg?”
“What? No—I meant some water.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Three shots and a full bottle of water later, Minho knows you’ve hit your limit. Cheeks flushed pink, a dopey grin on your face, pupils blown wide. Even in this state, Minho is certain that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Anotherrrr,” you slur, waving your cup in his face.
Minho shakes his head. “No can do. You’re cut off.”
“Please,” you whine, placing both hands on his shoulders, “I’ll do anything.”
Minho, completely taken back by the sudden closeness of your body to his, freezes.
“Anything?” he asks before he can stop himself.
This is stupid. You’re drunk. There’s no way you’re going to remember anything in the morning, much less within the next thirty minutes. He’s pretty sure that you’ll lose control of all your senses soon, which is why he’s already texted your roommate Jiwoo to unlock the door so he can carry you inside. Nothing he hasn’t done before.
“Anything,” you repeat, eyes going cross-eyed where they’re fixing on the mole he has at the tip of his nose.
This is stupid. But then again, so is Minho. A big, stupid fool that blames everything on the fact that he’s so in love with you it hurts. This might be the only chance he gets to shoot his shot.
Minho takes a deep breath, says something similar to a little prayer that’s more like Hey, if anyone’s listening, help a guy out, and hopes that the twenty bucks he sent Hyunjin works.
“Go on a date with me.” he says slowly, wincing when your eyes snap up to meet his gaze.
Well, there’s really no going back from that. The only thing that could possibly grant him redemption now is banking on the fact that you don’t remember anything in the morning.
Minho waits with bated breaths, watches as your eyes search his for a long while. He waits for the anger, the disgust, the visible repulsion that he starts to think might happen the longer the silence continues.
He’s about to backtrack, quickly conjuring up an excuse about how Oh, haha, gotcha! when your hands suddenly drop from his shoulders. You grab the cup, your chin tipped upwards, and hold it out for him to fill.
“Okay.”
“O…kay?”
“Yeah. Okay. Pour me another one.”
The next morning, when Minho all but drags himself into the kitchen in search of water and something to soothe the throbbing in his head, he nearly spits a mouthful at Jeongin, the poor guy too busy eating his cereal to realize he’s gotten a front row seat in the splash zone.
Y/N [10:34am]
so
when do you want to do that date?
🏠
Are candles too much?
Minho has options: clean linen, lavender breeze, ocean mist, warm vanilla. He really just needs something to get rid of the smell of cleaning spray.
He thought that having a night in for a first date would be ideal—less pressure, no unwanted attention, a bathroom that he can run into when he starts to hyperventilate if you smile at him for too long. But now that it’s happening, he’s convinced that every surface of his and Jeongin’s shared apartment will scare you away if anything so much as looks off-putting.
Minho is, to put it simply, freaking out. All the other times you’ve been over to his place were on a completely platonic level. Movie nights with all the other guys in tow, dropping off food that you felt generous enough to buy every once in a while, one time because you’d accidentally worn Minho’s jacket home from a party and needed to return it to him.
But this is different. This is a date. Minho’s not dreaming—he already pinched himself a dozen times in the bathroom mirror, tiny red marks on the inside of his forearm to prove it. He’s going to open the door, invite you in, cook for you, and then proceed to resist the urge to tell you how beautiful you are for however long the night continues on after that. He can practically hear Jeongin’s laugh in the back of his head, sneering at how pathetic his inner monologue sounds right now.
He needs to find another stain to scrub.
By the time you’re knocking on his door, Minho has changed his outfit seven times. Sweats were too casual, a button up was too fancy. Should he not have done his hair? No, that’s just lazy, the way his fringe is swept up and out of his forehead adds a nice touch that doesn’t scream Hey! I’m trying to woo you! You’ve never been the type to be impressed by grand gestures and shows of confidence anyways, he knows that well.
One time, when a guy from one of the frat houses hired the campus quartet to sing a song for you in the quad as he stood there with big beady eyes and a bouquet of roses in his hand, you’d all but ran from the scene, Minho following close behind as you called out to him over your shoulder. It’s one of his fondest memories. As soon as the two of you made it around the back of the science building, you’d doubled over in laughter, the both of you in disbelief at what had happened. Minho has had that information tucked into the deepest parts of his brain ever since, saved just in case he needed it.
(Later that night, in the safety of his own bed, he’d laughed maniacally at the situation. Something about watching you reject another guy filled him with a sense of joy he couldn’t explain. He just hoped he was never going to be on the receiving end of it.)
He does a quick once over of the kitchen: double checks that all the ingredients are out, blows a speck of dust off the glass stovetop, spins the tiny floral arrangement he bought so that it’s sitting at just the right angle. When the doorbell rings, the chime bouncing off the walls of the apartment, he visibly pales.
He has to reel it in, to remember that it’s just you. You might not even be here with any intentions other than to fulfill your end of the deal; one date in exchange for the extra three shots he poured you the other night. Minho takes a deep breath, grips the doorknob with conviction, and decides that he’s determined to show you the way you deserve to be treated. The opportunity is there, and he’s gonna take it.
As soon as the door swings open, every nerve that had somehow crept its way into his brain disappears, the sight of you standing on the other side immediately sending the anxiety scrambling and replacing it with fondness instead.
“Hi,” you smile, and Minho sees images of you coming home to his apartment flash across his mind. After class, after work, in the winter when it’s cold and your nose is tinted pink, on rainy days where the ends of your hair are damp and you have a wet umbrella in tow. He could get used to it. He’s so in love that it hurts.
“Hey,” he breathes out, stepping aside to make way for you, “Come in. Are you hungry?”
“Starving, actually. Been saving myself all day since I don’t always get to have your cooking.” You hop on to one of the stools, your attention momentarily stolen by the flower arrangement. One point for Minho.
I’d cook for you every day, he wants to say. But that’s weird, right? So instead, “Well then I guess today is your lucky day.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” You say softly.
Minho can’t see you with the way his back is turned, hands moving to grab out the knife and cutting board, but if he could he’d see the way your eyes are staring softly at his back, the ghost of a smile on your lips.
Conversation flows easily after that, despite Minho’s original worries about it being awkward. You’re not necessarily treating it as a date, and he isn’t really either. It feels more like a glorified hangout, just the two of you spending time together with the added glances and smiles that normally wouldn’t be there.
Minho finds it easy to get lost in you. He finds himself craving to know more about your day, about the things that’ve been on your mind lately and the hobbies you’ve picked up. Most of the conversation is a continuation of stuff that’s fallen through the cracks during the times you see each other, but he doesn’t miss the way you ask about him too, your eyes shining with genuine interest. It makes his heart slam against his ribcage.
“How are your cats doing?”
Minho looks up from the cutting board, follows your gaze to where it’s fixed on the scattered pictures that litter his fridge. “They’re good,” he says, smiling down at a head of garlic, “My mom sends pictures all the time. She says they claw at the door to my room when they miss me.” He smashes the garlic under the knife’s blade by hitting it with the heel of his palm. “It’s cute.”
“You’re cute.”
Minho, in a very flashy demonstration of what it means to be cool, calm, and collected, slices his thumb mid-chop.
“Shit.” he mutters, dropping the knife.
It’s not that bad, just a little nick, the surprise was mostly what scared him. He probably doesn’t even need a bandaid. But despite how small it is, nothing stops you from hurriedly walking up to him and taking his hand in yours, his thumb held closely to your face for inspection.
“Are you okay?” You turn his hand over between your fingers, the soft pads of them against his calloused ones. Minho is dumbfounded, struggling to find the words to say.
“Yeah—um, it’s fine. My fault. I was distracted.” He stammers out, pulling his hand back and holding it up. He wiggles his fingers, making a show of bending and twisting his thumb that, at most, has just a small cut on the side. “See? Perfect.”
Your face relaxes, and then you’re laughing. Why are you laughing? Either Minho looks like a complete idiot or he’s suddenly the funniest person in the world for being clumsy and reckless and almost ruining the night by losing a finger. Whichever one it is, he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to hear that sound again.
“Let me help cook, please? I know you said you would do it all but clearly you’re a threat to the integrity of this meal.” You say, bumping your hip against his to move him away from the cutting board.
Minho scoffs. “I wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t catch me off guard.”
“So what? You admit that I make you flustered?”
Oh.
Minho wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for the—the flirting that’s clearly happening. You’re flirting with him, right? Why else would you have called him cute or given him that suspicious side eye after you asked that question?
You and Minho have joked around like this before, but it was always empty with no real feelings attached—as far as he could tell. You’re a naturally friendly person, getting along with others comes easy to you. He’s seen the way you talk to the other guys and has always just assumed he was no different in your eyes than they were. Sure, there were moments where maybe your hand lingered on his arm for a little while after he made you laugh, or the two of you would steal glances across the room. Sometimes when Hyunjin said something stupid you’d both catch the other’s eye and make a face, just another funny way of proving that you were both on the same wavelength most of the time. It’s kind of why Minho is so taken with you—he’s never met anyone that gets him the same way.
Reluctantly, Minho puts his pride aside and allows you to help. And as it turns out, you’re actually really good at cooking. Minho doesn’t have to instruct you much, and before he knows it you’re both working like a well-oiled machine, scooting past one another as you switch places between the stove and the sink, reading each other’s minds without even having to ask.
“Taste this.” You say, holding the spoon up to his mouth. Minho leans forward, front teeth poking out, and brings the spoon into his mouth. You cup your hand under his chin to catch any droppings, watching in anticipation as he smacks his lips together.
His eyes light up, big and brown and twinkling under the light of the kitchen. “Perfect.” He smiles.
“Oh you have—uh,” you stop him with a hand on his forearm just as he’s about to turn back to the sink, your other hand hovering next to his face hesitantly, “It’s just, um, your—here.”
Minho’s eyes go wide when your thumb swipes against the corner of his mouth, your touch feather light. It’s so intimate, the only sound being the music playing low from the speaker on the counter. He’s half convinced that you’re able to hear his heartbeat, blood pumping loud in his ears.
“You had some sauce…on your face.” You say shyly, your palm still pressed to his cheek.
“…Oh.”
Minho’s never really looked into your eyes from this close up before. He’s always known they were beautiful, the shape of them soft, full of nothing but the world. He can see himself in them from here, and, selfishly, he hopes you can see yourself in his, too.
He might be imagining it when your gaze flicks down to his lips for just a fraction of a second, but there’s no time to unpack any of that when the sauce starts bubbling over the edge of the pot, spilling on to the burner as loud sizzling and smoke fills the kitchen.
It’s chaos. The bottom of the pot is burnt and there’s only so much of it that’s salvageable. He only bought the exact amount of ingredients too, because this is a self-proclaimed no-food-waste household (as explicitly stated in the napkin contract he has with Jeongin, much to his dismay). So, hooray for conscious consumption of goods!
At the end of it all, there’s no one to blame. You’re both guilty of…whatever that was.
Minho tries to reassure you that it’s okay as he dials the number for the pizza place just down the street, simultaneously shutting down all your attempts to pay as an apology. It doesn’t matter to him, he’d do anything as long as it means he gets to spend time with you. At the end of the day, it’s another memory that he’ll hold close to his heart.
“Listen,” you say, swallowing down a mouthful of pizza, the both of you seated on his couch with a half-eaten box of pizza open on the coffee table, “I know you wanted to cook and all—which, by the way, I’m still sorry—but this is so good. However I’m sure whatever you made would’ve been better.”
Minho chuckles. “Stop lying,” he wipes his hands on a napkin, “I can guarantee you that whatever I cooked wouldn’t be as good as this anyways.”
“Stop selling yourself short, Min. You’re good at everything you do.”
The words fall from your lips so easily, like it’s something you’ve convinced yourself of long ago. Minho’s never been the type to bounce around from one thing to another, always choosing to stick with it until he has it down to a science. Cooking is one of them. Jeongin can attest to all the times Minho has berated him with tasting his latest dishes, chasing him around the apartment with a spoon. The words tighten themselves around his heart.
“I’m not,” he rolls his eyes, “But nine times out of ten, grease and mozzarella cheese are gonna win. I know that for a fact.”
You laugh, and the conversation gradually diverts into a debate about the top ten best greasy foods in existence. You’re heated, half kneeling on the couch with a finger pointed at him as you plead your case for onion rings, when your eyes go past Minho’s head and settle on the shelf of games in the hallway.
“You have games?” you ask, suddenly giddy with excitement as you hurry over to inspect the selection.
Minho watches with fond eyes, collects the plates and napkins to throw away. “Yeah, most of them are Innie’s. We don’t really use them. Sometimes when we’re drunk, other times when we’re bored and decide to wager money for fun.”
You hum, not really paying attention. Monopoly, Chutes and Ladders, some decks of cards, Uno—you scan the shelf until your eyes light up at what you find hidden at the bottom.
“Min! Can we play Jenga?”
“Jenga?” Minho asks, re-entering the living room. The coffee table is clear now, and he sits between it and the couch, his back against the cushion. “Isn’t that kind of boring? We have other stuff there.”
“It’s only boring if you play it the way it’s supposed to be played.” You roll your eyes. Minho turns to you when you situate yourself on the floor beside him and only momentarily contemplates running to the bathroom when your knee knocks against his. He’s been holding it together pretty well so far, however The Sauce Incident had him ready to book it if anything had gone further.
“Well how else are we supposed to play it?” He frowns.
“We make up our own rules.”
The pieces scatter across the wood of the coffee table, clacking as you diligently begin putting them together. “This is a date, right?” You ask, stopping for a moment to turn and assess his response.
Minho stills. He genuinely forgot the grounds on which tonight had even happened in the first place. Spending time with you makes him forget everything else. And, despite his fears in the beginning, being on a date with you has felt so natural that it almost seems like you’ve done it a thousand times before.
Your eyes meet. For a moment, Minho lets himself wonder what it’d be like if he went for it right then and there. “Yeah,” he says slowly, unblinking, hoping you can see the sincerity on his face, “A date. One of the best ones I’ve ever been on, actually.”
He almost cries out in victory when your face flushes pink. “Now who’s a liar?” You ask quietly, going back to piecing together the game.
Minho has learned something new tonight: he really likes seeing you flustered.
“Why do you ask?” he decides to cut you the slack, “Or what does this being a date have to do with Jenga rules?”
He waits as you finish the stack, your tongue sticking out in concentration. You’re so cute. Minho mentally pockets that image for safe keeping.
“Sorry, okay, it’s done. But basically, if we pull out a block, we get to ask the other person a question.”
“And if the tower falls…?”
“Hmm,” you think for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip, “Oh! I know. If you lose you have to tell me why you asked me on a date.”
Minho’s stomach flips. “Okay. If you lose you have to tell me why you accepted the date.”
Something unreadable passes over your face, but it’s gone in an instant. You hold your hand out for a shake, and Minho wraps his fingers around it gently.
“Deal.”
“Why are you taking all of the middle pieces?” Minho pouts.
The two of you have gone through a couple turns by now, throwing out random questions for the better half of fifteen minutes. Favorite colors, childhood foods you wouldn’t eat, the best memory you have from high school. Minho’s learned a lot, has fallen for you a lot more. But that was always a given. It’s impossible not to when he can feel the warmth from your body where you’re seated next to him, your presence overtaking all of his senses.
“Because I’m trying to win,” you laugh, putting your freshly pulled piece at the top. Just a little crooked, too. To piss him off. “Favorite movie?”
“Ponyo. Easy. My turn.”
“Seriously? Why Ponyo?”
“One question at a time, princess.”
He means it as a joke, really. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said until after the fact, the nickname making your heart skip a beat. Minho notices, the corners of his lips tugging downwards as he suppresses a smile. He manages to flick one of the side pieces until it gives way.
“What’s one thing you regret?”
“Ooh, getting deep I see.” You laugh, taking a sip of your soda. There’s a long pause, and then, “I regret spilling my coffee on Hyunjin that day.”
Minho’s brow furrows. You…regret it? He runs through all the possible reasons in his head. Surely it can’t be because you regret becoming friends with them, friends with him, right?
“Why?” He chances.
“One question at a time, princess.” You echo, laughing at his shocked expression.
You remove the last middle piece. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate our first date?”
Minho’s brain is going a thousand miles a minute. “A ten. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He says it fast, wastes no time in moving forward to remove his own piece. He doesn’t even notice that your cheeks have gone pink again, too busy itching to ask his next question.
“Why do you regret spilling your coffee on Hyunjin?”
Minho watches you, lets his mind wander to the worst possible thing you could say in this situation, and mentally prepares to book it to the bathroom.
You take a deep breath, “I regret it because I wasn’t supposed to spill it on him. I was supposed to spill it on you.”
Wait, what?
Minho blinks. “What are you talking about?”
This is humiliating for you. A terrible thing to have to admit. Up until this moment, you’d thought that this information would follow you to your grave. You press the heel of your palms to your eyes, “This is so embarrassing,” you groan.
Minho pulls one hand away. He’s not really sure what to say, mostly because he’s confused, but, “You can tell me.”
“I had…” you start, looking up at him slowly, “A plan. With Jiwoo.” Minho nods for you to continue. “I’d seen you and Hyunjin walking through the quad a few times, and I thought that you were cute, but I didn't know how to approach you. So I did something stupid and decided that I would literally just crash into you. But I fucked it up.”
I thought that you were cute. The words echo in Minho’s ears like a bell. All this time, all those stolen glances and lingering touches, all the ways you would make hope spike in his chest that maybe you felt the same—they were real.
“So you, wait—” Minho shakes his head, “So you’re telling me that all this time…”
You roll your eyes. “Yes, Min, really. All this time.”
Minho’s never been skydiving, but he imagines that this is what it feels like. Free falling—his soul hurtling towards earth at a horrifying speed, slamming back into his body right here in his living room with a force so strong it would knock him off his feet if he wasn’t already sitting on the floor. You were interested in him first.
Wordlessly, you lean forward, pulling out a piece with practiced ease. Minho waits with bated breaths.
“Can I kiss you?”
Minho feels like he might pass out. “Am I dreaming right now?”
“You didn’t pull out a piece.”
He scrambles forward, clumsily nudging a piece on the side that ends up sending the entire tower toppling over. You smile at him, soft and sweet. “Looks like you have to pay up with an answer. You know, since you lost.”
Minho doesn’t care. “Because I like you,” he breathes out, “I asked you on a date because I like you. I like you so much, ever since I saw you that day. And, funnily enough, I’ve always wished you’d spilled that coffee on me instead, too.”
The confession feels like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He’s spent so long pining after you, laying awake at night thinking about how this would go down if he ever got the chance. He never expected for it to happen like this, much less for you to possibly feel the same.
Panic slowly starts to rise in his chest when you don’t respond. He watches as you reach an arm over, build a small tower out of a few pieces, and then knock it over. You turn to him with a small smile, “Oops, I lost too.”
Minho is so in love with you that it hurts.
“I accepted the date because I like you, Minho. I’ve just been waiting for you to ask.”
He doesn’t think twice before he’s surging forward, cupping your face with one hand and kissing you with a tenderness that has you melting into his touch.
There’s no fireworks behind his eyes, no big bang or grand display of whatever it is that happens in the movies. But there’s a warmth, it starts out small in the center of his chest and spreads throughout his entire body, lights his skin aflame and travels all the way to his fingertips. You’re like that. A gentle presence, someone who worms their way into the very essence of his being and burrows into the deepest parts of him, like it was never his to begin with. Kissing you is slow, and deep, and right. He wouldn’t want it any other way. Minho doesn’t ever want to stop.
He lets his other hand fall to your waist, pulls you closer until you’re practically straddling him with his back against the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. Minho lets out a long, drawn out groan when you tilt his head back farther, his lips parting and allowing you to lick inside of his mouth. It’s so good. So good. He can’t believe he ever lived without knowing what this felt like; lived without ever having you this close before.
After a while, Minho reluctantly pulls back, holding you by the shoulders. When he looks up, your eyes are half-lidded. You look utterly debauched, cheeks pink and lips swollen from how hard they’d been pressed against his own. “We should probably slow down.” He tries hard to convince himself, too. “Talk about it all, you know? I don’t—this isn’t a one time thing for me. I don’t want it to be. I like you. I want you to know that.” He says softly, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
You lean into his hand, smiling when he flattens his palm to let your head rest there. “You’re like, so perfect that I want to kiss you until you forget your own name.”
Minho’s ears go red, his head falling forward until it rests against your collarbone. The feeling of his breath against your skin makes you laugh and run a hand through his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck fondly.
“This is gonna be so bad now that you say stuff like that.”
“Bad? No, I think it’s cute. You’re cute.”
“Shut up,” he whines, but there’s no bite to it. Not when he can look up and press a kiss to your lips. A dream come true. The entire world in his hands, exactly where it was always meant to be.
🏠
In the morning, when Jeongin comes back home, one hand covering his eyes just in case, he calls out,
“Everyone better be dressed! Or else I’m ripping up that napkin and making a new one with No fornicating on the furniture added into the fine print.”
When he doesn’t get a response, he rounds the corner, and finds the two of you nestled into the couch. Minho’s back is pressed into the cushions, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you nuzzle your face into his neck.
Jeongin huffs out a laugh, sends a quick text to Hyunjin that reads: Negative. Clothes are still on. But they’re so cute it’s almost sickening.
He snaps a picture to send to the group chat, grabs a piece of cold pizza, and retreats to his room.
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jeongin: [Attachment: 1 image]
chan: AWWWWWWW
jiwoo: i’m gonna cry
changbin: dude is that the good pizza from down the street?
hyunjin: FINALLY
hyunjin: wait
hyunjin: does this mean i have to send back his $20?
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5 STAR DOME TOUR 2023 [UNVEIL 13] | HYUNJIN ☆
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Warm
Kim Seungmin/Female Reader
wc: 2.5k
rating: fluff/explicit/18+ (contains oral sex) ಇ
contains: domestic idol!Seungmin — oneshot written as a continuation of Blind Date! ૮ฅ・ﻌ・აฅ
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The room is cold. The two blankets you have tucked up over your head aren’t doing very much at all. You could get out of bed and turn the thermostat up, but that would require leaving this nest that you worked so hard to warm up.
-
It can’t possibly be morning though, so why are you awake? It feels like night still. It feels dark and cold and very very quiet.
You run your hand across the chilly sheet and feel for a body. Seungmin’s body. He’s not there. Why wouldn’t he be there? Now you’re forced to peek out and investigate. The room is pitch black, curtain closed tight, tv turned off (you distinctly remember falling asleep with it still on).
But the door is cracked, just a little bit. The faintest glow is coming through, and you can tell right away that it’s coming from the kitchen, possibly the living room.
You yell out his name, but it comes out like a feeble, sleepy groan. Shit, I’ll have to get up.
You try yelling again. This time it echoes through the room, but you’re not sure it made it through the crack in the door and into the kitchen. He doesn’t answer.
Slowly you sit up, keeping one of the blankets wrapped tight around your shoulders and chest. You swing your legs up and over the side of the bed and search the floor for a pair of slippers. None.
The bedroom is carpeted, but nothing else in the house is. Touching your feet down here is no big deal, so you tiptoe to the dresser and pull out a pair of his socks. It takes some work to get into them, seeing as how your joints are frozen, but you manage.
Now to find Seungmin. He doesn’t mind the cold as much as you do, but he can’t be enjoying this.
The floor creaks as you cross the hallway. It’s definitely one of the kitchen light glowing, but the living room is lit up now as well. He’s standing by the kitchen sink, electric kettle in one hand, the other stuffed into his hoodie pocket.
“Minnie!”
He jumps, spilling water hot water onto the counter. “Fuck!”
“Sorry.” You shuffle closer to him, “I yelled for you, twice.”
“Why are you being so sneaky?!”
“I yelled for you!” You whisper it this time. “Why is it so cold? Why are you up?”
“The heat won’t kick on.” He finished pouring hot water into his mug. “And I woke up…couldn’t get back to sleep. Do you want some?”
You look into the mug as he stirs his hot chocolate, “yes please…you know, this never happened at my old apartment.”
“Your old apartment was always a thousand degrees.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
He gets into the cupboard again and pulls out your mug. “Pick one.” He gives you two different hot chocolate options. You choose the mocha one.
“My body knew you weren’t there.”
“That’s cute.”
“I know,” you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He’s still pretty warm. “Are you coming back to bed?”
He mmhmm’s you and hands you your mug, “we will worry about the heat tomorrow, I guess.”
“Good.”
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You set your mug on the bedside table and crawl back into your chilly pile of blankets. Seungmin finds the tv remote first and clicks it back on before doing the same. The glow in the room makes it feel a little warmer; the hot chocolate helps a little, too.
“Your legs are cold.” He pulls you a little closer when you wrap yourself around him. “Pants would probably help.”
“Yours are warm.”
“You’re gonna suck all of the warm out of me.”
“That’s usually the plan.” You bury your face against his side and relax. He yawns and pushes himself a little further under the covers. It’s comfortable. And it’s warm.
“Seungmin?”
He lets out a soft yeah. It’s almost a whisper, and it sends a little chill down your back. You almost forget what you were going to say.
“I’m not very tired anymore.”
“You just have to get warm again.” He rubs his hand in circles over your back, but that just wakes you up even more. “Close your eyes.”
Instead of closing your eyes, your fingers find the hem of his hoodie and make their way underneath. You can hear his reaction in your head before he even notices what you’re doing.
He flinches and you can feel his stomach flex under your cold palm, “no no no!” His sets his hand over yours on top of the fabric and kicks his feet, but you have him trapped. “You’re so mean.”
You pull your hand back out and push yourself up on the bed a little, just until you’re face to face with him. He’s smiling—you kiss around his mouth until he closes his lips for you. But you only peck them once before moving along his jaw and to his neck.
“Oh, you’re really not tired.”
“Are you? I can stop.” You climb on top of him anyway and work your way across his throat—at least where you can get to with his clothes still in the way.
“I’m good.”
You shove both hands under his hoodie and slowly move your palms up either side of him. His hips shift under you; stomach tightens, a little sound escapes his lips.
“Your hands are so cold,” he laughs and brings you in closer, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders at the same time. “Come here.”
You latch onto his mouth again and kiss hard until he relaxes into his mound of pillows. One of your hands move down from his ribs and along the outside of his waist and hip, kneading gently until you get a handful of thigh. He jumps a bit— he’s ticklish— but settles back immediately when you soften your touch.
He makes more room for you between his legs. You take the opportunity to slide your open palm to his inner thigh and underneath his shorts. Seungmin moans into your mouth when you touch him, and then giggles, “just take them off, please don’t tease me.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You can’t tease him the way he teases you, you’re too impatient for that. “I mean, I will…” you sit up on your knees and look at him. The blanket slips from your back and piles up behind you, “…take them off,” you finish your thought as you look down at his legs spread open in front of you.
He’s propped up on his elbows, looking down at himself, and then at you. You reach behind for the blanket and throw it over your head, and then disappear under it.
“So I don’t get to wa—” he stops abruptly and laughs. “Oh, be gentle please.”
“I always am,” your voice is muffled between him and the thick blanket. You pull gently at the waistband of his shorts until they come down just a bit, showing more soft skin. You place a kiss there and Seungmin flinches and you can see him hard and twitching beneath the fabric already.
“That’s teasing.”
You sush into his stomach and wrap your hand around him, still keeping his shorts on. He bucks his hips up again, this time much harder, so your hand slides smoothly over him. When he settles back on the bed, you pull down the fabric until the head of his cock peeks out. You put your lips on him and listen carefully for any little sound he might make.
He doesn’t disappoint. His groan comes out husky, and his stomach sucks in as he keeps himself steady. Your tongue slides up and over, and then down the length of him, getting him as wet as possible.
Just as you’re working him as far into your mouth as you can manage, you feel a cold burst of air. You don’t let it distract you, but as you slowly come back up, you sneak a look at him, and he’s smiling down at you. You can just make him out in the glow of the tv.
“That’s much better,” he says it in almost a whisper, “do it again.”
You don’t look at him, but you listen. His cock disappears completely in your mouth again. You hold him in as long as you can manage, and right before you slowly release him, you feel his hand brush the side of your face.
Now you lock eyes as you slide him out, making a mess of spit as you go. His mouth hangs open a little and one corner of his mouth twitches into a grin. You take him fully in your mouth once more before wrapping your fingers around him.
Seungmin lays back and sighs, enjoying the steady grip of your hand and the warmth of your mouth. You listen to the little hitches in his breath as you speed up—slow down—speed up a little more.
Suddenly his hand is on the back of your neck. You didn’t notice him sit up again. Now he’s looking down on you, gripping you tight but letting you keep your own pace.
You moan when he hits the back of your throat, and he holds you there.
“Do you like that?” He speaks softly, still kneading into your neck, but gently, and with just enough pressure to keep you there.
Another moan to answer him. Your eyes start to water, and you pull him in a little deeper even though you know you shouldn’t. You need to come up for air.
He senses it and softens his grip on you, runs his hand down your back until he can reach the hem of your sweatshirt, and pulls it up. The tips of his fingers tickle as he slowly moves them over your skin, and you have no choice but to release him. You put your hands to work so you can catch your breath.
“That’s good,” he wipes at your messy lower lip with his thumb and holds your gaze as you stroke him. His eyes flutter closed and he bites down on his lip to try and stifle a groan, but it comes out like a desperate mmm instead. He laughs at himself before looking down at you again.
“It must be,” you get up on your knees and pull him closer with your free hand so you can kiss him, but all you manage is a few bites at his lower lip. He grabs your hips and pushes you down hard on the blankets.
Just for a moment, you remember the coldness in the room, but Seungmin is on top of you before it matters. He kisses at your neck and pulls at the collar to get to more skin. His hands reach under your sweatshirt and fingers brush over hard nipples, but doesn’t attempt to pull it off of you. In fact, he pulls it back down over your stomach as he kisses further and further down.
“You’re still cold,” he laughs and hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear, slides then down your legs and discards them. Then his hoodie comes off— also thrown to the floor, before he leans forward and sucks at the skin on your inner thigh.
This he does for an achingly long time, because he’s much more patient than you, and so much of his pleasure comes from the wait. Even when you whine his name, he acts like he doesn’t hear—just keeps kissing and licking at his own pace.
Eventually though, he does give in. His hands slide roughly over your thighs and he pushes them even further apart. You feel his warm breath on you first, then his mouth. The contrast of the cold room and the heat of his tongue gives you goosebumps all over.
You know he’s holding himself back, but it’s still enough to get a whimper out of you. He moans back in response, and then the heat is gone. When you peek down at him, he’s looking back, mouth hovering inches above you.
“Minnie…”
“Yeeaaah?”
He goes back down and kisses your thigh again.
“Stop”
“I did”
“You’re a jerk”
“I know,” he closes his mouth over you and runs his tongue up until he hits your clit. His lips close around it and he licks gently until you push your hips into his face. You can feel his teeth graze lightly against you, and it makes you shudder.
You push into him again and reach down to run your fingers into his hair. He lets out a gravelly moan and you feel the vibration run through you, but he holds you down to keep you from moving.
Lips close tight around your clit again so he can suck. You can hear the little kissing noises he deliberately makes every time he releases you and latches back on again. It’s too much, and you feel yourself getting close to coming. You were already halfway there before he pushed you back onto the bed.
He stops again—makes his way back to your thighs—sits up again and looks at you, gives you his best cute, innocent smirk. It would be innocent, if it wasn’t for the wet mess all over his lips and chin. He dives back down and teases…uses the tip of his tongue to just barely touch you. It sends little sparks of pleasure through you, but it’s not enough. He knows that.
You tug his hair again. It gets his mouth moving. He licks and kisses, and you have to focus on not coming yet, because you want it to last so much longer. He adjusts himself for better leverage, and two fingers slide in easily, reaching and pushing at just the right spot. He presses and licks hard, like he’s trying to make his tongue and fingers meet.
Seungmin looks up at you, lips tight around your clit. You can’t hold it off anymore. It rises again, slowly. You’re warm all over, your thighs start to shake despite his grip on them. A smile lights up in his eyes when you buck your hips to his mouth. You let yourself cry out, a mix of fuck and oh god and Minnie fills the room.
He lightens his touch and flicks his tongue across you until your hips lift and you cry out again, loud enough to echo through the room. The release lasts longer than you expect, and he doesn’t slow down until your moans turn into steady, heavy breaths.
But when you settle, he keeps eating, unable to get enough. You reach for his hair and pull again, because now you’re too sensitive and his mouth is too much.
He stops, gives you a moment, then slides his tongue over you once more, just to see your body shake again.
“Minnie,” you breath out, this time a little more coherent. He’s kissing his way up your stomach, but you hear his little hmm? from under your sweatshirt. “Come here.”
You gently tug at him until he pops out and looks at you with sleepy eyes.
He plants a loud kiss under your jaw. “Yes?”
“I wasn’t finished with you.”
“No, that finished me,” he laughs into your ear and tucks his arms underneath you. “Now I’m tired.”
“And cold.”
Seungmin lifts and drops you down on the pillows before pulling the blankets up to his neck. He folds himself around you, pulls you tight against him, and places a kiss on top of your head.
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LOVE CHANGES
A/N: This is like the continuation of my previous post Love and So... There's this girl. But it can be read without reading them too. Though I'd like you to check it out and tell me how I do.
Pairing: Lee Minho x reader
Genre: Fluff, crack
Warning: Reader is a well known fashion designer, Han being extremely dramatic,
Synopsis: Its been 6 months since you and Minho dated which means 6 months since Minho has been acting 'suspicious'
It has been too long. Too long since Minho started acting really, really suspicious.
Han occasionally peeked at Minho who sat across from him at the dance studio, smiling at his phone.
Why is he smiling?
Minho had been acting so, so, so weird lately. And Jisung had noticed it since the beginning. He was acting really suspicious.
How?
Well, since when did Minho start to randomly smile at his phone while texting? Since when did he start to wear bracelets? That too, that had a sparkly sun in it. It looked like something he would wear but when Han asked if he could burrow it, he was met with a stern glare and a cold 'no'.
Minho's been too excited to go home these days too. Like, he had something better to do than just lay on his bed and dream about his cats. Whenever the gang decides to eat a takeout and just go home together, Minho would deny and say he had to go home now.
Go home to do what?!
Now, Jisung watched as Minho once again smiled at his phone then started typing. He stood up from his seat and strided towards Minho.
"Who are you texting?" Minho immediately pulled the phone on his chest, like hiding it from him.
"No one. " He answered, the smile he saw just now long gone and he had this serious poker resting bitch face.
"You were smiling." Han stated, eying him suspiciously. Minho raised his brow at his friend's odd behaviour.
"I was?"
"Yes, you were. "
A silence followed after with both party in different reason. Han looked at Minho like he was a puzzle he was trying to solve and Minho looked at Han like he just lost his marbles.
"What's up with you?" Minho asked, trying to fake a laugh to lighten the awkward situation.
Jisung scoffed," What's wrong with me? No. What's wrong with you? "
His tone raised and attracted the attention of the other hyung line present in the room. They gave each other a knowing look and continued minding their own business while keeping their ears wide open.
"You're acting weird. " Han told him.
"How?"
"You're smiling randomly at your phone and you never wear bracelets especially the ones with sparkly sun draped around it!" He looked so serious it almost looked like a couple bickering.
"Can I not just smile at my phone and change my interest?" Minho asked back, getting up to meet Han's eyes. He found all these so ridiculous and amusing.
"No," Jisung shook his head ," you can't. Not you. "
"What are you trying to imply by that, hm?"
"That YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME WITH A REALLY PRETTY WOMAN!!" He screamed, sobbing onto the floor.
Minho's eyes widened at the accusations or rather the fact as all his members looked at them. Eyes wide, jaw dropped. Hyunjin let out a dramatic gasp and he could see Seungmin smirk from the corner of his eyes.
"Lee know, you are what?" Hyunjin asked, clenching his heart. Minho rolled his eyes but shot them wide open when even his hyung joined.
"You're cheating on Hannie with a woman?" Bang Chan asked, eyes wide.
"Why are you emphasizing the woman so much?"
"That means you are dating a woman!!" Felix screeched, pointing an accusing finger to Minho.
And before he knew it, all his members had surrounded him, sitting in a circle and asking him numerous questions.
"Who's the girl? Come on, tell us!" Changbin pleaded, taking Minho's arm and squeezing it like a little girl.
"Is she an idol? Is she pretty? Wait, do we know her?" Felix seemed just as excited as a teenage girl.
"You cheater!" Han scoffed, "is she prettier than me?"
"I can't really imagine you dating a girl or doing anything romantic." Jeongin stated, chuckling dryly. Seungmin agreed, scrunching up his nose while looking at Minho.
"Aish! You guys are so annoying!! Why are you so interested in my love life?! "Minho groaned, shaking Felix and Changbin off his arms.
"Then just tell us her name and her Instagram id and we'll ask her on our own. " Hyunjin suggests, rolling his eyes like it was an obvious thing.
Tch, as if.
"No way in hell you're getting anything of her, Hyunjin. " Minho simply stated.
"Why not??!! Come on....... Show us a picture? Is it true? Did she get you this bracelet?" Felix asked, touching the silver metal wrapped around his wrist. Minho extracted his hand quickly like Felix had a disease or something.
"I'd rather not hear it, to be honest." Seungmin muttered, like anyone was stopping him from walking out the wide open door. But he stayed seated, next to Jeongin.
"Okay, okay, guys, I think you should leave him alone." Bang Chan chimes. A few groans left their mouths. Mostly changbin, Felix and Hyunjin.
"Oh, come one. Don't be such a party pooper. Don't you wanna know who got Minho hyung's heart?" Changbin said, making a heart in his fingers and placing it in front of Minho's chest.
"If you just tell me who the girl is, I'll forgive you. " Jisung added. Minho rolled his eyes.
"I actually do want to know, though." Bang Chan agreed. Minho could only groan now as his only saviour gave him an apologetic yet teasing grin. He let out a sigh of defeat and looked around at his members who looked back at him with eagerness.
"Fine. " He groaned, " I am dating a girl. "
A teasing whistle echoed and Minho felt someone nudging his shoulder. Probably Felix. He didn't care to look. They continued to stare at him like curious kittens so he continued.
"Who is it?"
"(y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)." Minho replied simply.
"Wait, you mean the designer (y/n)?" Hyunjin asked, eyes wide. Minho simply nodded,"are you kidding me?! I'm wearing her autumn collection shirt right now!" He shrieks, pulling his shirt to show everyone the white sweatshirt he wore.
"Seriously?! You're dating her?! For how long?" Changbin asked.
"It's been 6 months, I think. " Minho said, calculating in his mind.
"You've been dating for 6 months and never mentioned her to us?!" Jisung asked, too dramatically for Minho's liking.
"I did mention her all the time. Remember the friend I went to dinner with? The park? The museum?" He rolled his eyes, trying to remind Jisung of the hints he dropped.
"You just said it was a friend . You never mentioned the friend's gender. " Jisung said defensively. Minho rolled his eyes for like the 10th time tonight.
"I can't believe (y/n) would date someone like you. " Seungmin commented, earning a glare from Minho.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing. Just that, she's so...... Cheerful and loud, in a good way of course. And you're just gloomy and boring. " Seungmin nonchalantly added like it was a fact everyone knew. Minho gave him a somewhat offensive side eye.
"Yeah. I've seen her interviews, she's really cute and lively. Like a sunshine!" Felix added, which sparked a lightbulb above Jisung's head.
"Sunshine?! Is that why you have a sunshine bracelet?! Is it a couple's one? Oh my god!!" Jisung's exaggeration made a few laughs and a few rolled their eyes," which one does she have?! A star?! A moon?!"
"A moon. " Minho replied.
"Do you have a picture together?" Jeongin asked, ignoring the shocked Jisung beside him.
"I think so. " Minho said, unlocking his phone to search for a picture of both of you.
"Hate to chime in but are we allowed to date right now?" Seungmin cut in. All of them looked at him with a glare that said 'not now'. But he just shrugged.
"The dating ban is actually lifted for us. " Chan started," but the fan's reaction may not be very pleasant. Plus, she has her own fans. I heard they are quite protective."
"Who knows you might end up bald and jobless like the last guy she had dating scandal with" Seungmin added, snickering like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard.
"Shut up now Seungmin," Hyunjin said, nudging him by the shoulder," Hyung, tell us about her more. "
"Is she the reason you started drinking coffee too?" Jisung once again questioned, earning a nod from Minho.
"I think so," Minho recalled," we actually met at a coffee shop. "
"So, love at first sight?" Felix asked, making a heart sign. Minho shook his head and looked straight ahead. Lost in thought.
"It wasn't exactly love at first sight but something similar. The first time we spoke, I felt it. An ache, like a little electric burn. I felt my life change. "
"Fate, huh. 'Cause what the heck were you doing in a coffee shop if you don't drink one?" Changbin questioned.
"I don't know. I just felt like I had to go there. Something was so alluring. "
"Cringe. " Jeongin snarked.
"You seem happier, though," Seungmin stated, others nodded along with him," In the last 6 months, you really changed. "
"Yeah, I haven't gotten any threats to be put in the air fryer in a while. " Hyunjin remarked, making the others laugh including Minho.
"I can do that now if you want, Hyunjin. "
"No, I'm good, actually."
"Is no one gonna come to the fact that my husband has been cheating on me for the last 6 months?" Jisung interject.
"Well, (Y/n) is actually very similar to you, Hannie. She is, in fact, just like you. She stuffs her face with food and she fall asleep anywhere. She sucks at cooking too. " Minho mentioned.
"Are you saying she has all my bad qualities?"
"Bad? No way, she's literally perfect. Those are cute qualities. You should've seen your faces when you're passes out on the chair."
"It's to die for." Changbin added.
"So, you're not leaving me?" Jisung asked, pouting.
"As long as we're in the same group, I'll have to be with you even if I don't wan to. "
"So I'm still your baby?"
"You were never my baby!"
"Stop it, you guys! It's disgusting," Jeongin coughed," But, we'd like to meet (y/n). "
"Yeah, call her here! " Felix exclaimed after he was done listening to all of them.
"Yeah, I want her autograph!" Hyunjin added earning some side eyes from others ," what? like you don't have all her summer collection too, Seungmin"
"What? shut up!" Seungmin blushed having his secret revealed.
"I think I'll ask her. " Minho said.
"She really did changed you, huh Minho?" Bang Chan giggled, seeing Minho's cheeks turn red.
"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~," Changbin sang," I see someone is blushing, huh~~~~"
The other members upon hearing that, looked at their Hyung with the same teasing smirk and started to tease him.
"Minho hyung seemed a lot happier, right?" Jisung said, watching others tease Minho.
"Yeah. I can't wait to meet (y/n). She must be so special. " Bang Chan agreed.
"I still didn't agreed to sharing him, though. "
"WhAT?"
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Just. Thinking thoughts.
Going on a date with *this* skz!pack Chan
And staring at him, and he’s like “what?”
“Oh, nothing. Just looks really yummy is all.”
“Oh the food? Yeah, looks incredible-!”
A little smirk, holding his eye contact. “No. Not the food, Christopher. You.”
And you know he’d go instantly pink, but then he’d give you that smile-you know the one-eyes crinkling, teeth on display, dimples out-and say, “eat your food baby. And then we’ll see about dessert.”
#skz#stray kids#stay#skz!pack#skz!abo#poly!skz#bang chan#Chan#Channie#Chris#Christopher#Christopher bang#date#skz imagine#skz reaction#skz scenario#skz fluff#skz smut#y/n#skz x you#skz x reader#chan x you#Chan x reader
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Stray Kids when asked "Would you fuck a clone of yourself?"
bonus chan:
#stray kids#skz#stray kids memes#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han jisung#felix#seungmin#jeongin#skz smut#skz scenarios#would you fuck a clone of yourself#if the picture quality dropped too much and you see me repost this at a later date shhhhh....#skz memes#minho#jisung#lee felix#skz i.n#i.n
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Dating Minho
Hey guys and here we’ve got Minho now! I hope you guys enjoy this one, make sure leave a comment/reblog if you enjoy this one
Minho 리노
-y’all’s relationship is definitely the closest thing to being like friends. It’s very playful,lighthearted and never too serious(outside of the bedroom-). Minho is a little shit(honorific), he likes to tease and he likes someone who can dish it out just as well as they can take.
-your relationship evolved from a longterm friendship, a little similar to Chan’s post-except when you guys finally established your relationship nothing really changed. Dating this boy is literally like dating your best friend because you are. Whenever he tries to kiss you, you still push his face away and tease him that he must like you.
-He’s shy with affection both verbal and physical so his love languages are acts or service,quality time and bullying you. If you need something cooked,cleaned or fixed Minho will pluck it out of your hands and do it while scolding you.
“Ah I can’t believe you’re making me do this”he would say, after he grabbed the sponge from you as you were actively washing the dishes💀
-This shouldn’t be very surprising but Minho is shy in love and reserved. He’s got a lot of tsundere tendencies but you knew that long before you were dating. He’s very much so the type to be speechless whenever you get all dressed up for him and try to change the subject.
“Do you like it?”
“…our reservation is in 20 minutes, we gotta go”
But his burning red ears and inability to hold your gaze shows it all.
-He’s not a hugger, it’s a little awkward for him but he will kiss you and hold your hand. He has a habit of kissing your knuckles whenever he’s feeling extremely fond.
-He’s not a pet name kind of guy outside of the home. In public you are affectionately
y/n or dumbass, but you’re his dumbass. He made it very clear that he’s the only one that gets to call you that—The tissue incident of 2021 repeated, a travesty thoughts and prayers for Hyunjin 😔🪦
-He is very observant though and will call the others out on teasing you even if you can take it. He doesn’t even know why it rubs him the wrong way but it does.
“Ah y/n! You sound so stupid!”Jisung giggled pushing at your shoulders. Minho was over there in a second and whispered something you couldn’t pick up into Jisung’s ear. Soon the giggling stopped and the poor boy couldn’t look you in the eyes for the rest of the day😭 and whenever you try to ask Minho what he said he just smirks.
-He gets teased the most for being in love with you. Whenever you come to sit in on practices you just hear a chorus of ooo’s and a bunch of bodies beating on your poor boyfriend. Like no he is getting ganged up on and definitely ends up underneath the dog pile of people. You’re just sitting there like 🧍🏾♀️ cause you were just coming to bring him his keys. See it as a sort of revenge for them for all the threatening he’s done since debut. He’ll crawl out of the pile red faced and leave a quick kiss on your forehead mumbling a thanks before shooing you out of the room. As soon as you’re in the hallway you hear him yelling out different temperatures💀
-Late nights in the dance studio together. Watching him run through choreo and jot down notes feels erotic when it shouldn’t be. He switches on the dance captain mentality and gets so absorbed into it, it’s kind of hot. You usually just sit and watch him do his thing but some days when he needs a break or there’s a lull in the schedule he’ll teach you some of the choreo. Witnessing dance captain Minho is one thing, experiencing it is another. It’s a little overwhelming to have all of his attention on you, back flush against his chest as he guides you through the motions. He’s not even trying to make it sensual, he can’t help if he teaches how he fucks.
-Soonie,doongie and Dori? You won their love years ago. They love you just as much as they love Minho, sometimes even more when you’ve got treats. A lot of your days are spent curled up on his couch with the babies whenever he’s doing skz activities.
-I feel the need to explicitly say this, this boy is gone for you. Head over heels,swooning,over the moon,truly madly deeply, etc. Minho has loved you for years and has the biggest soft spot for you. When you’re at home together he treats you like his cats in the most affectionate way possible. Petting your head,feeding you, kissing all over your face. You genuinely need to remind him that you are not a cat sometimes, but he loves you the same way he loves them so it bleeds over a bit In his mind.
-Biting. Another one of his love languages is biting. He’s a tad bit feral as I have mentioned(little shit activity). He will randomly jump you,pin you and bite at your shoulder. It’s even more fun for him when you’re trying to kick him off. This turns into a WWE ring real soon.
NSFW
-segueing from the last point, this boy is constantly on demon time. If there’s ample time for you to fuck, you guys will be fucking.
-If you guys are just fucking no dynamics involved, it’s mainly just playful wrestling that turns into fucking and lots of teasing.
-But no I’m serious this man has almost no tells. One minute you could be watching tv and the next he is feeling you up and you’re like bro what😵💫
-It is always at the most random moments too, it’s like he likes to keep you on your toes. You accompanied him to an award show and you’re all glitzed up? He’s going to bed bro. You’re coming back inside from an early coffee run? You have three seconds to get that coffee to the table before you’re on the table
-Minho doms bruh. I’m sorry but Minho doms and he’s mean about it. He gets off on the trust you give him. There’s times when you’re on your knees covered in spit in cum that he just gets that crazy look in his eyes where he’s gonna obliterate you.
-He finds you most adorable when you’re at his mercy. Tied up. Hand cuffed. Suspended. Any way so his pretty bunny can’t run away from him.
-Domspace definitely hits Minho and he hits it hard. It gives him tunnel vision to the point he can only focus on ruining you,caring for you,cherishing you. You’re his to ruin and to put back together.
-When he’s like this Minho is incredibly territorial. He will pump you full of his cum over and over again until that’s the only feeling you knows
-Biting,scratching,slapping,hair pulling. If you’re into it he’s into it. When I say Minho gets mean, I mean that he’s mean. He’s not gonna be satisfied until you’re crying for him. He’ll cup your cheek with his hand and shove his cock in your mouth while cooing at how good you’re taking it.
-He’s a bit of a mind fuck. He uses that saccharine sweet voice whenever he praises you that makes you feel all floaty. Almost as if he’s cooing at a pet, cause you’re his sweet girl.
-If you guys had an intense scene it definitely takes him a while to come down. A lot of the come down is him shaking on top of you, peppering your neck in kisses and whispering “mine”
-Aftercare is essential for all the guys in general, but especially for Minho. If he feels as tho he didn’t give you proper aftercare this baby will drop and he will drop hard. You need to let him baby you extra after
intense scenes, if not for your sake then for his. His brain literally can not successfully transition between roles if you’re not taken care of to his standards, and his standards are high.
-all in all Minho is the best boy :)
#skz#skz headcanons#skz hard thoughts#skz fluff#skz reactions#skz smut#dating skz#skz minho#stray kids minho
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☆ freckles & kkami’s dad~ dating hyunlix
*~siri play fairy of shampoo ~*
…sfw…
💮now, felix and hyunjin may be different types of material but they are both boyfriend at the end of the day.
💮felix puts his heart into this relationship, he is so damn dedicated to the relationship that he may forget to take care of himself, since he really just wants to do everything in his power so he can see you and hyunjin smiling.
💮but luckily the two of you are so whipped for your yongbok that he gets just as much love in return.
💮he knows that hyunjin melts at the sensation of his small hands tracing up and down hyunjin’s arm. he also knows the best way to braid hyunjin’s hair to keep it from drooping in front of his eyes.
💮as far as he is concerned his gentle touch is warm and meant for the two of you. While he can find himself fussing over hyunjin a bit more than he would like he doesn't hesitate to be a literal sunshine boyfriend for you.
💮if hyunjin captures everything on his camera, felix captures everything on tiktok. well maybe not everything but he loves relationshiptok with a passion. It doesn't matter how sickening it is he would totally beg the two of you to film a sweet little bumblebee tiktok.
💮literally the only trend you can convince hyunjin to do
💮it wouldn't be a hyunlix relationship without the three of you having a baking day, and while hyunjin doesn't really enjoy the sticky sugar and honey coating his fingers, he does like when you place his fingers in your mouth, your face innocent but your intentions something else entirely.
💮even if you're just putting extra effort into showing off for your boyfriends felix just smiles like a proud dad, because even if he acts like the more serious one he is just as shameless as the rest of you.
💮movie nights are never truly movie nights, either you're too distracted talking and bouncing around the place or you all fall asleep cuddling. if you want to really calm down their nervous energy just wrap them in blankets, cuddle them and give them nose kisses. they will fall asleep immediately.
💮hyunjin makes it 100% clear that when he is in a relationship you automatically adopt parts of his life. so before you and felix could even protest against him you were dubbed as kkami’s step parents. this includes family walks. which sounds fun until you realise hyunjin would rather you mind kkami while he explores the neighbourhood with his film camera.
💮he also forces you and felix to celebrate kkami’s birthday each year. while hyunjin prides over his sweet little family you and felix are cross legged on the floor with party hats trying to get kkami to stay in one spot.
💮dating hyunlix really is something pretty, but the prettiest moment is when you wake up. rubbing away your sleepiness you roll over to be greeted by a smiley hyunjin pecking a soft kiss on your lips. he knows that you would prefer to sleep in when you can, so even if felix is nowhere to be seen hyunjin will put special effort into waking up with you.
💮even if you’ve figured out the poly lifestyle, there is still moments where one will beg the other for more affection. maybe you are guilty of this since the boys get to be together most of the time anyways but hyunjin can really push for attention. it’s mostly subtle things like fishing for compliments or trying out different hair styles. But when that isn’t working he resorts to plan b, and b is for barging in on you and felix when you’re having a bath together.
💮he pouts removing his clothing. his attempts to seduce the two of you quickly falling short as he tries to fit himself into the tub. with some flailing and confusion you manage to keep him from slipping, holding onto your shoulders he looks down with a smile. not even his smile could prevent you kicking him out. which lead to a late night discussion with felix while hyunjin slept, head leaning on the others shoulders. “i think we need a bigger bath.” “lix how many times do I need to tell you, size isn’t the issue”
💮moral of the story, felix is whipped and would rather upgrade the dorms or his apartment to fit all three of you than tell someone to get lost.
💮felix is the prince of the relationship, his type of love is the type they speak of in old fairytales. it actually leaves you speechless, the way he goes about life as your boyfriend. doing chores, making you breakfast, giving endless cuddles and support, he does it all.
💮hyunjin is the most sensitive, he was also the most open to a poly relationship since he was so keen on being loved by both of you. he may seem pretty comfortable and confident around the two of you but he is shy and very deep into his emotions. but it has become second nature for you and felix to tend to your cuddle bug hyunjin anyways.
💮hyunjin isn't the most vain person ever, but he loves knowing his significant others are so pretty and attractive. if you try to go out of your way to impress him, colour him impressed. but even if you aren't aiming to impress he will always look up at the two of you with sparkling eyes before giving you his compliment of the day.
…nsfw…
💮you know the saying “they’re the devil in disguise”? It really rings true when the lights are dimmed and the three of you sit intertwined with each other. your back leaning against hyunjin's chest as felix dips his head back between your legs.
💮hyunjin is very loud and whiny, even when he is dominating one of you. you see, he loves to bring his flare for the dramatic into the bedroom with overexaggerated moans and whimpers. It's his form of encouragement. don’t mistake this for him being a submissive baby, you’ll be so caught off guard.
💮despite both being switches they can’t fight the deep seeded urge to completely dominate you. some days it’s hard to believe that the men in bed with you are your cuddly boyfriends. that realisation always comes later after the three of you are done.
💮sex isn’t something that just happens between the three of you. with their varying sex drives you actually find yourself having quite personal and intimate moments with one of them.
💮hyunjin is spontaneous, he would be the one pulling you and felix into his arms when he's feeling needy. he is rough and passionate, but since he is such fool for pleasure he would gladly let you or felix take control. however, he is honestly as in love as felix is. since he has such a deep and rare connection with the two of you he will always bring his most passionate self.
💮even though hyunjin is a true switch, his favourite position is having you ride him. he may never tell you this but when his fingers trail up and down your body, he feels like he is admiring a work of art, he is scared that his fingers will bruise or tarnish the canvas so he goes gentle. despite his fears you still remain as his living work of art.
💮no matter how soft he is, he has duality, some days love doesn't cut it. he wants hard and heavy sex, sex where he lets his secret fantasies see the light of day. he wants you to show him a whole other world, he wants you to make him beg and feel dirty but he also wants to put you in your place for being so goddamn sexy.
💮now felix. he may seem like he's going about his day being the most wholesome sunshine in existence but the moment his hand comes to meet your wrist, his eyes hooded and his voice husky you know you're going to have a little trouble walking.
💮felix in the bedroom is sin incarnate, he is observant every other time so you bet he knows what buttons to press to have you falling apart beneath him.
💮he is also very giving, so if he were to ruin you it would be from overstimulation or too much pleasure. giving is second nature to him.
💮his favourite form of temptation is using his voice, even if the words he says aren't overly sexual the huskiness and the sensation of his breath against your ear is your ultimate weakness.
💮when he is drowning in lust felix wants nothing more than for you to mark him and for him to return the favour. he doesn't want to rough you up too much but he can't say no to leaving harsh hickeys along your clavicle.
💮felix is so in love that the sex mirrors every feeling of affection he holds for you two, it almost feels territorial like he needs to claim you and hyunjin by charming you with his words.
💮when he is trying to grab onto either one of you and pull you closer his first thought is to gently grip your hair and bring you into to his lips. it should be rough, but felix always knows how to make the most desperate of things feel loving.
💮however, felix is still felix after all so when he isn't more lusty and he just wants a wholesome connection you will get a smiling, blushy felix. deep down he loves romance so valentines day sex? he will be so cute and happy. he makes sex feel like an exchange of all the words he never said to you or hyunjin.
💮even on the days when you are all too tired to attempt aftercare, there is still care involved. realistically, as hot as sex can be with them, it feels more like a deep connection. there are so many emotions at play daily and sex is the way you guys express that.
btw here’s a little extra hyunlix content from their latest tour 💕💕
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Birth date analysis // Hyunjin.
#Hwang Hyunjin#stray kids#bystay#skzedit#hyunjin edit#skz edit#🎂#i did the colour date thing last year but this year i added to it#was fun and i think it looks nice#anyway. Hope hyunjin eats something good for his day :]#Q
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MIGRATION | bang chan
first date series. strangers to lovers.
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
word count: 5.5k
genre: fluff, romance, falling in love at first sight
summary: you've never been lucky when it comes to dating, but a blind date with chan just might turn that around
chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin
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author’s note: hello and welcome to my first date series!! i seriously had so much fun writing this and i’m so excited to continue with the other members. i hope you all enjoy! if you liked it, please remember that any and all feedback is appreciated!! happy reading <3
“So…I know a guy.”
You groan, throwing your head back against the cushion of the booth you’re currently shoved into. Changbin drops his fork to gesture at you with his hand, a look of exasperation on his face.
“Come on, I haven’t even said anything yet!”
“The problem is that you’ve said anything at all.” You say, glaring at him as you reach for your drink.
Changbin, as much as you love him, is notorious for being the worst wing man in the history of wing men. His most recent pick, Jooyoung, was a friend of his from high school. A freelance writer, the owner of a snazzy apartment in one of the more sophisticated districts of Seoul, and conveniently single. They’d recently reconnected after a mutual friend threw a party that they both went to, and he was ecstatic to try and set the two of you up.
You’d been reluctant, rightfully so, but Changbin is anything but a quitter and you also just so happen to be the world’s biggest pushover (his pout is just too good, okay?), so you’d agreed on the off chance that it just might work out.
Long story short, it didn’t.
Jooyoung was probably the biggest asshole you’d ever been on a date with. Not that you were surprised, though. Changbin’s circle of friends when he was younger mainly consisted of grade-A douchebags who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. Perks of being born into a wealthy family and attending one of the most elite private schools in the country, apparently. Changbin had attended a university on the outskirts of Seoul for a reason. Lesser known, laid back—to study music of all things—and the sole reason for his father’s headache, as he’d put it. That’s where he met you.
“Okay, but I think this guy might be the one.” He makes air quotes around the two words, and you scoff as you cross your arms.
“And what would you know about that?”
“Um, a lot? You’re my best friend, I know exactly what you’re looking for.”
This is the part where things go south—or so you assume. Changbin puts on the puppy eyes, jutting his bottom lip out to hell as he stares at you from across the table. You glare at him dead on, unwavering. He won’t get you this time. Not over your dead body.
“At least let me tell you about him?”
“No.”
“I met him at the company. He makes music just like me, only slightly better. And you know how I am, I don’t just say that stuff. That means he’s really good.”
Choosing to ignore him, you go back to poking at your noodles.
“He’s from Australia. Born here, moved there when he was young, then moved back to pursue music. Kinda ballsy if you ask me. But he speaks English, so at least communication won’t be as much of an issue as other guys.”
A small crack in your composure. The idea of this guy growing up somewhere other than Korea is…pretty intriguing.
Despite moving here three years ago for school, it’s still kind of hard to communicate when your Korean could be more polished than it is. You’d basically kept to yourself for the first year until you met Changbin. He’d easily integrated you into his group of other music majors, even though you stuck out like a sore thumb as both a foreigner and a stem major. But if it weren’t for him, you think that you might’ve hauled ass back home a long time ago due to the isolation. So to be introduced to someone who can speak english, under the prospect of possibly dating them, sparks a bit more interest.
Changbin notices the slight twitch of your brow and smirks, one side of his mouth pulling downwards. Bastard.
“Hmm, what else? Oh! Dude’s got a killer set of dimples. You’re into that, aren’t you? You used to go on and on about that younger guy in your physics class during senior year. What was his name—Jeongsuk? Jeong—Jinyoung? Jeongin! It was Jeongin.” Changbin snaps his fingers like he’s impressed with his own memory, pointing at you as you fix him with a blank stare. “He has dimplessss.” He sing-songs for emphasis.
And, really, this should not be the breaking point. You’re better than this. You’re not so shallow that you would throw away your pride for a man you’ve never met—let alone never seen before—all because he has dimples.
But, once again, you’re a pushover. A big one. So yeah, fuck it.
“What’s his name?”
Changbin blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to fall for it. “Seriously? That’s what got you?”
“You have five seconds to tell me his name before I change my mind.”
He scoffs, mouth agape. “I went as far as disregarding my own talents to play up this guy and his music making abilities—”
“Five.”
“—tried to give you a little bit of a backstory, too—”
“Four.”
“—and the dimples are the final nail in the coffin?”
“Three.”
“Chan! His name is Chan. God. Just—stop counting. It freaks me out.”
Chan. You throw the name around in your brain for a bit, pointedly ignoring the way Changbin is whining about how you sound like his mother when you do the whole number thing. It’s kind of…cute. Not enough to conjure up an idea of what he might look like, but putting a name to a faceless stranger with dimples in your head is gonna have to do for now.
“You swear this guy is normal?”
Changbin rolls his eyes. “Define normal.”
“Okay, let me rephrase myself,” you push your plate forward, laying your forearms on the table as an indicator that you’re serious, “Is he an asshole?”
“No.”
“Hm. Okay. So that’s a maybe.”
“What the fuck? I just said no.”
“Yeah? You also set me up with Jooyoung, remember? The guy who literally started flirting with the waitress right in front of me five minutes into our date? And then proceeded to yell at her when his fries weren’t salted?”
“How was I supposed to know…” Changbin mumbles, looking off to the side guiltily.
“Nevermind. Just—if this goes bad, I’m blaming you. And then I’m never going on a blind date with one of your friends again. Matter of fact, I’m never going on a date again, period. Deal?”
Changbin grins, the apples of his cheeks shiny under the restaurant lighting. He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you take it hesitantly, grimacing when he uses his strength to jostle your arm like a ragdoll.
“Deal.”
🎥🍿
Any hope you had for the date going smoothly starts to dwindle once Chan texts you the day of.
You’d gotten his number from Changbin, who had so kindly already given Chan your number before he’d even broached the subject with you. The resulting lecture about privacy and consent may or may not have extended the rest of your time at the restaurant, a sheepish Changbin rubbing at the back of his neck while you berated him for his lack of common sense.
When your phone buzzes on your bathroom counter, Chan’s name flashing across the screen, you mistakenly think that he might be messaging because he’s early. Which, given the fact that you were standing in nothing but a towel, hair still wet from your shower and face covered in moisturizer you hadn’t rubbed into your skin yet, would be less than ideal.
Chan [12:32p.m.]
Hey! I’m really sorry to have to do this, but can we push the date back an hour?
Something came up at the studio
I tried to get out of it but I have a deadline to meet, client probably won’t be too happy of their track isn’t done on time
Great. Already off to a rough start.
In his defense though, you appreciate the fact that he’s messaged a whopping two hours in advance. Most people probably wouldn’t be bothered to allow that much of a grace period.
You [2:33p.m.]
no worries!!!
you didn’t buy the tickets yet, did you?
Chan [2:34p.m.]
Nope! So we should be fine
I’ll purchase them for 6 and then be there to scoop you up around 5:30 if that’s cool?
You [2:36p.m.]
sounds perfect
hope stuff goes well at the studio!!
Chan [2:40p.m.]
You’re sweet
Thank you, I’ll see you soon :)
You’re sweet. You stare at the words on the screen, your brain buffering for a moment. A big fat loading circle floating above your head.
Suddenly it’s way too hot in the bathroom. You blame the fact that you shower with the water cranked all the way up to boiling, because really there’s no other explanation for the warmth spreading throughout your cheeks.
To be fair, it’s been almost a year now since you’ve had any sort of positive interaction with another male. On one hand, your last relationship ended in a ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ ordeal that most definitely gave the impression that it was you. On the other hand, most of the dates you’ve been on have ruined themselves within the first five minutes, never really giving you the chance to feel any sort of connection. Cocky attitudes, overly pushy encounters, and even someone who walked into the cafe you were seated at, took one look at you, and walked right back out. That one still hurts.
It’s a little sad that Chan is the only guy out of the mix whose elicited any sort of reaction out of you. Especially since you haven’t even met him yet.
The extra hour that you have to compensate for flies by a lot quicker than you expect, and before you know it Chan is messaging that he’s five minutes away.
You take one last glance in the mirror: a pair of light wash jeans that sit right above your hips, black halter top bodysuit, and a thin cream colored cardigan to tie it all together. Simple and cute. A movie date doesn’t really call for all the dramatics, and you’d hate to overdress for a first impression.
You’re in the middle of reapplying your chapstick when the doorbell rings.
Take it easy, you say to yourself, inhaling deeply as you reach for the door handle. You let the air out with one final huff, swinging the door open only to be met by a bouquet of daisies directly in front of your face.
You blink in surprise. Well that’s a first. Before you get a chance to speak, the bouquet is being lowered, and the moment Chan’s face comes into view causes a small gasp to fall from your lips.
He’s…cute. Beautiful, even. A bright smile, dimples that tuck themselves into his laugh lines as his eyes disappear into crescents much like the moon, and lips that make your head spin when his tongue darts out to wet them nervously. His hair falls messily across his forehead in a faded hue of purple with hints of brown, definitely unconventional and an obvious result of one too many washes, but he makes it work. He makes it work well.
He clears his throat, brings a fist up to his mouth to emphasize it, and then grins. “Hi there.”
It takes a second for your brain to catch up. Even his voice is attractive. He’s using english, which leads you to assume that Changbin has already told him that you’re not from here. His accent is there, not too noticeable but also strong enough to be picked up on.
“Hey.” You smile, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.
“These are for you. I, uh, as an apology for being late. Is it too much?”
You shake your head quickly. “No! No, these are—they’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you…Chan.” His name rolls off your tongue hesitantly, but it all disappears as soon as he flashes that smile again.
“Good, I’m glad,” his voice catches the breathy end of the laugh he lets out, “This is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I don’t really do well with this kind of stuff. But you look really nice, and I’m excited. My car is parked just out front if you’re ready to go.”
Honest. Awkward. A laugh that makes you want to hear it over and over again. You were sold the minute his eyes met yours. Chan offers his elbow for you to take like you’re in some cheesy romance movie from your childhood.
Yeah. This one is definitely gonna go well.
🎥🍿
Chan might not show it, but he’s just as nervous as you are.
You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance that he spent an entire forty-five minutes deciding on an outfit, only to settle with some jeans and a white shirt, a jacket thrown on top for some color.
When Changbin first proposed the idea of going on a date with you, he was adamant that he wasn’t looking for anything right now. But as soon as you opened the door, eyes wide and looking like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he’s glad he said yes.
“So what movie are we seeing?” you ask, frowning when Chan laughs. “What? What’s funny?”
“It’s a surprise.” He smiles, rushing forward to hold the door of the car open for you. When he puts his hand against the top part to block your head, you have to suppress the smattering of butterfly wings that start to clamor against your ribcage.
Chan is sweet. He double checks that you’re buckled in before driving off, he asks if there’s any specific music you want to listen to before foregoing it all entirely to ask about you instead, he listens with an attentiveness that has you feeling seen and heard, and he smiles with such genuinity and warmth that you feel cold once it disappears. You stare at him in awe, like he’s a figment of your imagination.
Chan’s been staring back, too. He spares glances in your direction when you’re not looking, feels the steady thump of his heart gradually increase whenever you lean a little too far to the left when he makes you laugh, and he thinks your voice is prettier than anything that’s ever played on the radio.
You learn more about him as he drives. He moved back from Australia when he was seventeen, he’s got two younger siblings and an adorable puppy named Berry back home (and pictures on his dashboard to prove it), he prefers Australia’s summers over Seoul’s winters but he finds more inspiration here in the city than anywhere else. You resonate with the fact that he doesn’t really have anyone here besides a small circle of friends. No family, no one to fall back on when things get tough.
Chan talks like he’s an old friend, like he’s re-telling a story you’ve heard a thousand times. He makes it easy to fall into step with him as if you’ve been here all along.
By the time the two of you get to the movie theater, the initial awkwardness that had hung in the air is gone, replaced by comfort and ease. Chan throws the car in park and all but books it out of his seat to open your door for you, and you giggle when he makes a dramatic bow as you exit.
The theater is kind of busy for a Thursday night. There are families with their kids lined up to get tickets and groups of teenagers at the concessions, all of which make for a crowded lobby. Chan glances down when you place a hand on his arm, mostly because you want to stay close, but also because it’s hard to ignore the feeling of being magnetized towards him. He smiles, bending at the elbow to allow your arm to slip into his.
There are cardboard cutouts along the sides of the lobby, all of which serve to promote the newest animated release about a family of ducks. You squint at the showtimes once the two of you make it to the front of the counter, letting your eyes scan the movie titles until you finally land on—
“Two tickets for Migration, under Bang Chan.”
The girl behind the counter looks up, her eyes bored. She can’t be any older than sixteen, most likely resentful about the fact that she’s stuck here on a school night. “The kids movie?” She asks, unimpressed.
Chan braves a glance in your direction and—ah, there goes that grin again. Cue the butterflies. You’d agree to a three hour long showing of static and white noise if it meant he’d never stop doing that.
“Yup, that’s the one.”
Tickets in hand, a smiling Chan right next to you, and a massive line for popcorn that honestly might have the two of you late for the previews. “We’re seeing a kids movie?” You ask, moving up a spot in the line.
“Mmhm. I spent so long looking at all the options. The romcoms seemed boring, Bin mentioned that the newest superhero movie was bad, and I figured a scary one was too cliché,” he eyes you sidelong, “Unless you’re into that.”
You huff out a laugh, not really expecting him to be so straightforward, “I definitely am not.”
“Hm, so the old yawn to put my arm around you trick won’t work?” His eyes are playful, but something about the idea of being in even more contact with him has your stomach doing flips.
“Nope. Sorry. Seen that one before.” You say, making him laugh, his earring dangling when he drops his chin towards his chest.
“I guess I’ll have to figure out something else then.”
Another thing you learn about Chan is that he enjoys interesting food combinations.
“You like peanut m&ms?” he asks, throwing a bag of them onto the counter when you nod your head. After he pays, he pockets his wallet and turns to you with a bucket of popcorn tucked under his arm and a large drink with two straws in his hand. “Could you grab the candy?”
First door, theater one. There are a bunch of parents and their kids entering ahead of you, all of them buzzing with excitement. It’s a little funny, the fact that two grown adults—no kid in tow—are walking into the showing of a kids movie.
Chan leads you to the very back row. “For the kids, just in case they can’t see over us.” He quickly clarifies after noticing the way your eyebrows shoot up in silent question, but even in the dim lighting you can still see the tips of his ears turning pink.
“Taking me to a kids movie and then propositioning me in the presence of five year olds? You’ve got some nerve.” You say, timing it perfectly as Chan is leaning forward to take a sip of the drink that’s placed in the cupholder between the two of you. He sputters around the straw in surprise, coughing into his fist.
“That’s not—” You laugh, cutting him off as he stares at you with red eyes from his coughing fit. The mood shifts after that, and Chan visibly relaxes into his seat as he starts throwing jokes out a lot easier than before.
“Learned this from my dad,” he says, opening the bag of m&ms, “It’s my favorite thing to do at the movies. Haven’t been in a while because—well, I don’t really have anyone to go with.”
You watch as he dumps the candy into the popcorn bucket, shaking it to mix everything together. He reaches in to grab a piece of popcorn and an m&m at the same time, popping it into his mouth.
“Oh my god,” he sighs, slumping into his seat, “Forgot how good that is.”
When you don’t respond, he looks over. “You okay?”
Are you? You’re not sure. Every bone in your body is screaming bloody murder because Chan is making it really hard to not want to lean over and kiss the concerned frown off of his stupidly pretty face.
The thing about it is that you don’t do blind dates. And you most especially don’t enjoy them. But Chan is different. Chan holds doors open for you and makes corny jokes. Chan laughs at everything like it’s his last day on earth and he’s making up for lost time. Chan listens when you talk and responds with genuine interest. Chan compliments the little girl in the theater lobby who’s wearing a princess dress to watch the new superhero movie. Chan shares something as special as his dad’s favorite movie snack with you. Chan is just…Chan. And you like him. A lot.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just—thank you. For sharing that with me.” You say, the corners of your mouth lifting.
“Stop doing that.” He mumbles, eyes trained ahead.
“Doing what?”
“Smiling. It makes my head spin.”
Your heart slams against your chest. You’ve spent the entire date trying to make sense of the way Chan makes you feel, trying to put it all into words. Yet here he is, right in front of you, saying his thoughts as they come and absolutely ruining your resolve in the process. Like it’s easy for him.
There’s no time to answer when the lights go down, the screen up front widening to signal the start of the movie.
Just like any other kids movie, it’s easy to get caught up in all the surface level jokes while also understanding the themes. You and Chan laugh outwardly at some parts, hold your breath at the suspenseful ones. It’s almost like you’re a kid again, enjoying yourself fully for the first time in a really, really long while.
Chan was right, the popcorn and m&m combination is good. You reach back into the bucket for more, freezing when Chan does the same and his knuckles brush yours in the slightest of touches, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. It happens a few more times, each one leaving his hand lingering for far longer than the last, until eventually he makes a show of digging really hard for an m&m and hooks his pinky with yours in between the popcorn. It’s cheesy and cliché but god does it make your stomach do somersaults.
About three-quarters of the way through the movie, when it’s clear that neither one of you are willing to take it the next step further, you lean into his ear.
“You okay? You look kind of tired.”
Chan turns, confused. He’s certain that he wasn’t dozing off. He did have a late night last night. He was up working on the track that still somehow managed to hold him back today, hoping to have everything polished so that he didn’t run into any obstacles before your date. But that didn’t really work out in the end.
“Huh? No, I’m fine. Honest.”
“You sure?” you ask, a slight lift to your voice, “I don’t know, you looked like you were about to yawn.”
The light from the movie hits the left side of his face, illuminating all of his features in a way that makes your breath hitch. He’s pretty. So, so pretty.
Chan blinks, slow, and then his confusion slowly turns to one of understanding. Cue the grin.
“You know, now that I’m thinking about it…I am kind of tired.” He makes a show of fake yawning, stretches his arms above his head (and not blocking any children since you’re in the back row, thankfully), before bringing his right arm down and around your shoulders.
You spend the rest of the movie like that, tucked into Chan’s side while his fingers move gently against your shoulder. He’s unbelievably warm, and eventually you find your head resting in the spot just between his shoulder and his neck, his cheek pushed up against the side of your head. The position makes it easier to reach up and pat his eyes dry at the end, a single tear slipping out as he sniffled and mumbles a ‘M’not crying’ that has you giggling and doting all over him.
He doesn’t move his arm for the entire walk back to the car, and you momentarily mourn the loss when he opens the door for you (again!) so you can climb in. When he finally gets in on the other side, he says nothing, just reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours and places your joined hands on the center console like it’s something you’ve done a thousand times.
“Ready to go home?” He asks, looking over at you.
You glance down at your hands, then back up at him. “Is it weird if I say no?”
“Not at all,” Chan grins, throwing the car into drive, “I was hoping you would say that.”
🎥🍿
“For you.”
Chan plops down on the bench, a hand outstretched with a steaming hot chocolate ready for you to take.
“Thanks,” you smile, cradling the cup between your hands.
After some deliberation, you and Chan had decided to come to the Han River. It’s quiet, the bridge lights reflecting off the water as the sounds of the city fade into the background. The temperature is slightly on the colder side, the tail end of winter just barely there. When he notices the slight shiver of your shoulders after a particularly strong gust of wind, Chan shucks his jacket off in a heartbeat to drape over you.
“Oh, you don’t—”
“You’re cold,” he scolds, pulling at the collar of the jacket to tighten it around you. His hand lingers near the base of your neck, fingers itching to reach out and touch. He doesn’t though, just smiles and settles back into the bench. “Plus I think Changbin might actually kill me if something were to happen to you.”
“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Ignore him. I’m not a baby.”
Chan takes a sip of his own hot chocolate, licks his lips to catch the excess. Not that you’re staring. “I’m serious. I mean, I get it. He told me that you’re here alone and stuff.”
You hum in understanding, turning your head to stare out at the water. “So are you.”
It’s Chan’s turn to look at you now, his elbows resting against his knees, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as his face turns unreadable.
The silence stretches thin, nothing but the sound of cars passing and a dog barking nearby. It’s kind of comforting in a way. Being on your own in a new place has been one of the hardest transitions you’ve ever had to deal with. There were times where it felt like a mistake, where you wished that you’d never even gotten on the plane. But then there were times where you felt lucky to be experiencing the things you are; to be able to try new things and pursue a life for yourself that you never thought possible.
“How’d you do it?” you ask quietly, turning to meet Chan’s gaze. “I mean, you were young. Seventeen is basically still a kid. Being alone in a place like this is scary as an adult, I can’t even imagine what that was like.”
Chan smiles, but it’s sad. His eyes twinkle with something like resentment, the lights from the bridge making it look like he’s glowing. A flame that’ll never burn out. “Would you believe me if I said I’m still figuring it out?” The end of it comes out as a laugh, but you can tell he means it.
“I don’t know, being a big shot music producer with deadlines and clients seems pretty figured out to me.”
Chan nods and stares at the cup in his hands. “My parents hated it. Still do, I think.” You don’t say anything. Chan is grateful for that; grateful for the space you’re giving him to explain. “They wanted more for me I guess. But I’m not sure that more would’ve necessarily been what I wanted, you know? I’m content with where I am now. I’m doing something I love, even if it took a while to get here. They don’t see it.” He chews his lip nervously, fingers playing with the soggy material of the paper cup’s rim.
Chan doesn’t know why he’s saying any of this. He’s not the type to completely bare himself out to anyone, to scoop away at his insides until there’s nothing left besides the hollowness he feels whenever he thinks about how he traded his life back home for a life of music. But you’re different somehow. Chan knew since the moment he saw you, felt it in the way your eyes lit up whenever he spoke and in the ease of how well the two of you got along. He was doomed from the start.
“I see it.” you say, your eyes still fixed on the water. “I might’ve only just met you today, but I see it. And I get it, too. Maybe not to the same extent, but the feeling of wanting to do something for yourself even if it meant losing something else. There’s purpose in that, in you. It’s okay to be selfish if it means you’re prioritizing your happiness.” You let the words settle for a bit, hoping that you don’t sound too shallow. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking back.
“You don’t know me enough to say that.”
“I don’t have to know you to believe in you, Chan.”
A beat of silence, and then he’s laughing, short and punctuated as he lets his head fall forward with a small shake.
“You’re…”
“What? Corny?” you supply, smiling over at him.
“No,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Perfect.”
You huff out an incredulous laugh, looking away to hide the blush that’s spreading across your cheeks. “You can’t just—god, now who’s corny? Huh?”
“I never said I wasn’t corny.” Chan argues, sitting up to face you fully.
“Yeah but you can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not? I think you like it.”
Your mouth opens and closes quickly, lost for words. Chan’s closer now, a lot closer than he was before. One arm thrown across the back of the bench, loosely framing you in, he bends it at the elbow to bring a hand up and tuck your hair behind your ear.
“I never said that.” you mumble, your gaze flicking down to his lips and then back up again.
“You want me to stop then?” he asks, voice just above a whisper. You know what he’s implying the minute his fingers trace the shell of your ear, moving down slowly until they start playing with the collar of his jacket.
“Is it bad if I say no?”
Chan’s hand is warm to the touch, ice to fire. You lean into it. A moth to a flame, one that’ll never go out.
“Not at all,” he repeats, just like earlier, “I was hoping you would say that.”
A dog barking in the distance. Cars beeping as they pass by. A plane flying overhead. A group of friends laughing as they ride past on their bikes. The minute Chan’s lips connect with yours, everything fades, the sounds warbling together like static. Unintelligible; nothing besides the feeling of Chan kissing you matters.
It’s slow, nothing more than a press, but you feel it in every fiber of your being. Kissing Chan feels like the poles of the earth are colliding, meeting in the middle and sending its molten core spreading throughout your entire body. Warm, warm, warm. Chan is warm. He’s soft and gentle and his lashes tickle your cheeks when his eyes flutter closed halfway through because he was too busy etching your features into his memory.
You’re the first to pull away, admiring the way Chan’s eyes slowly peel open, lips swollen and pink. Unable to resist, you lean in and peck them once more, giggling when he blinks at you in shock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been as compelled to kiss someone as I was just now.” You smile.
“Me too,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t normally do dates anyways. At least not ones that don’t immediately go up in flames.”
“What about now?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow. “Have I changed your mind?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I kind of told Changbin that if this was a disaster I was never gonna go on a date again.”
Chan laughs and pulls you into his side, tucked right under his arm like the shape of him was molded in a way to make sure that you fit perfectly in his embrace.
“Is it bad if I say I like that idea?” He asks, glancing down at where your head is resting against his chest.
“Nope,” you say before leaning up to kiss him once more. He smiles into it when he feels your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, humming softly against your lips.
“Worst date ever, then?” he mumbles against your mouth.
“Yeah,” you sigh, pulling back to stare into his eyes, big and brown and brighter than the stars, “Worst date ever.”
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