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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 1 year

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Night Rides | Skz Reactions

Summary: it's late at night and you and a Skz member go for a ride/OT8 members/gn!reader/ reader can drive (Lee know, Jisung)

Warnings: too fluffy

Notes: my favorite is Jisung's it's so cute🤧 I'm sorry Changbin's and Seungmin's are so short :/

@alyszaen sorry that you drive in this 🤪

CHAN

You both were up late anyhow. He had been playing back the same song on repeat, not quite liking how it sounded. He insisted that being in the living room, as opposed to his studio in your shared apartment, would get his "creative juices" flowing again. However, he still had a major block.

It wasn't often that you attempted to pry him away from his work, knowing he would politely decline in hopes to finish. Tonight, though, he was driving you insane. He wanted to spend quality time together, which in his mind it meant you sitting on the couch opposite of him and listening to the same tune over and over. You finally got tired of pulling your hair out and stood up to grab his keys.

"Come on," you call for him, barely looking over your shoulder before closing the apartment door.

Surprisingly he followed behind you quickly, appearing in the building hallway in just his socks as he rushed after you, shoes in hand. He called after you to slow down so you could at least hold hands in the elevator. After all, he wanted that quality time.

When you entered the elevator, he slung his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. "Getting sick of me already?" He teased knowingly.

You didn't admit it, because he definitely was slowly making you insane, so you just smiled and shrugged. Instead, you allowed him to believe whatever he wanted. Because now you were able to have peace and quiet in the car ride.

"Where would you like to go?" Chan questions, walking to the passenger side to hold the door open for you.

"Not many places to go at 1am."

"Playground it is!"

You made sure he didn't turn on the radio so you could enjoy the moment more by filling the air with conversation. You both were far too awake for you to sleep anyway, so might as well take in every second while you still could. Before he drags you back to the living room.

He tells you at the end of the car ride that you inspired him again, like always, and he knew exactly what that song was missing.

LEE KNOW

Hope you're willing to drive. He may have been the one to suggest the car ride, a way to get his mind off of things, but he doesnt want to drive.

Actually, Lino is the type to subtly mention it so that you suggest the idea. He can use that against you, saying it was your idea so you have to be the one to drive. He wouldn't be a normal passenger princess per say, but he definitely would demand the benefits.

Minho would kiss up to you first. Come behind you and rub your shoulders, leaving small pecks along the crevice of your neck. He would be more sweet and cuddly than normal. Obviously, you were no fool. You weren't new to these habits of his. But you let him continue, enjoying the affection while you still could.

It wasn't real late when you finally asked if he wanted to go for a car ride. It was too late to go anywhere like a coffee shop, as he initially suggested. But Lee Know always gets his way, regardless of how impossible it may seem.

It turns out there was one coffee shop nearby your place that still was open for at least another hour. He already had your keys and other belongings in hand before you even noticed. Just as he was about to leave, he stops mid way and reached to grab your debit card.

"Don't need this," he claims, tossing it only to couch before taking your hand.

You try not to smirk at the way he casually tossed your money, as if reminding you than he does take care of you too. Although he'd practically have to be tortured to get him verbally admit it. Or you used his cats against him with catnip.

Despite you being the driver, he reaches over and put his hand on your lap. He only removed it when you needed to shift gears and his arm was in the way. Then he immediately places it back, giving your thigh a squeeze. Might even trace patterns on your bare skin if it's showing.

His nicknames are typically the same whenever, but when the night rolls around he feels more passionate than ever. On the short ride to the coffee place, he looks to you with soft eyes filled with love. Minho starts to remember all the specific times you made his heart burst with love for you. If the time calls for it, he might whisper "my love" to you, because that's exactly what you are.

If you tease him for it, he will never ever say it again so please don't ruin it. You can tease him for pretty much anything else in the world, because he's a confident man, but not that. Not when he's being truthful about his feelings.

He might also slip a mumble of you being more important than his cats, but if you don't catch it he won't repeat it. If you do happen to hear it and comment, he'll take it back immediately and rush into the coffee shop, leaving you behind.

Lino will tease you once it comes time to pay for your coffee. If you aren't shy in public, he'll make a comment about you intentionally leaving your card so that he's forced to pay. This would only make you roll your eyes and tell him to "suck it up". If you are shy, he'll make the remark to you quietly at your table so all you can do is glare.

CHANGBIN

Please, this man is a hardcore simp. If you're up, he's up. Don't let his complaints fool you. He'd rather be woken up by you begging for a ride out, giving him puppy eyes, than finding out you went without him.

He might intially give you a hard time about it anyway. Especially if you do end up waking him to go out. He'll be pouty as he changes into some sweatpants but leaves on the pajamma shirt, mumbling about you stealing all of his hoodies so he has nothing to wear.

Don't expect hin to be pouty for long. Once you whisk him out of the house and into the car, he's already wide awake. Changbin would want to hold your hand the entire drive, scolding you if you take it away.

The nights sky makes you breathe deeply, feeling refreshed. "Isn't it beautiful, Binnie?"

He's a cheesy man. He looks to you while agreeing.

You smack his shoulder with a laugh. "What kdrama have you been watching lately that had that moment?"

He shrugs, laughing lightly. "I'm just that cool."

If you want to go to a specific place and he's hesitant, just feel up his arms. And make it dramatic. Squeeze the biceps, fawn over the muscles, compliment the strength. If you go as far as you mention the veins in his arms, he'll do anything for you. That's exactly why you both end up out extremely late in the night.

HYUNJIN

He was the one with the idea. He loves late night activities with you because he feels like it's aesthetically pleasing. In the past, he's made paintings of the skies you've seen together. You have them framed and hanging on your walls because each one has the most romantic stories behind them.

Tonight he dragged you off the couch to go for a card ride. He didn't explain where you were heading, and he didn't answer any questions that you asked. He just had this determined look on his face that you eventually had to accept.

You pulled up to an empty parking lot of a abandoned plaza. There was few lights scattered around but he ensured he parked under one directly. He then rushes to your side to open your door, taking your hand to help you out.

"Why are we here?" You questioned, looking around you to see nothing but pitch black roads and dark skies.

Hyunjin takes his phone out of the car, playing with it a little before removing a small purple box as well. You recognized the box as a miniature speaker you bought him for his most recent birthday. You smiled as he plays a slow melody and moves to reach for your hand.

"May I have this dance?" He questions with a small smirk, right hand already finding its way to your waist, whereas his left hand interlocked with yours. He then begins to step forward, guiding you to take a matching step back before creating a pattern. Hyunjin steps a few times to the side before stretching his arm out, extending you far out from him before spinning you back into his embrace.

Your back now was against his chest, your arms crossed over you as he held you from behind. You turned your head slightly to the side, unable to meet his eyes as he dips down and presses the side of his face to yours. A hum falls from your lips as you let the beautiful music consume you moves and take control of your thoughts. All that you could think of now was Hyunjin and him alone.

"I made this song for you," he mumbles after entangling you from his arms and back to the original position. "For our next adventure."

The enchanting tune made images of your previous nights out flow through your mind. The wonderful pictures he painted was a great reminder of what those times looked like. As you close your eyes to envision it, Hyunjin keeps the pace. The overwhelming feeling of blissful moments with your lover made you sigh heavily.

"Tell me you love me," you command him, opening your eyes to meet his. You needed to hear his voice say it to you again. "I love it when you do."

He smiles beautifully, dipping his head down to connect your lips together. "I love you with my entire heart."

You took a deep breath in and reciprocated the smile. "I love you with my entire heart."

(sorry the main focus was more on where Jinnie took you for car rides)

JISUNG

Jisung locks his keys out of his car. He did it while running to a gas station near your apartment to grab midnight snacks for you two. He lost the spare key months ago, so using that to open the car was no an option. And getting someone to come open it was also out of the question, seeing how late it was. You had no choice but to go pick him up after he sadly calls you on the cellphone.

When you arrived at the gas station, he was standing inside of it, staring out the window for you. He spotted you immediately, a bright smile stretching across his face as he waves dramatically. You watch as he looks towards the opposite direction as if he was speaking to someone before running to your car with hands full of snacks.

"That was Jack! He's working the night shift today. He started two months ago."

You nod, furrowing your eyebrows. "That's...nice?" You watch as he dumps the multiple bags and drinks on the floor of the vehicle. "Babe, did you make friends with the cashier?'

"Yeah!" He laughs. "We started talking because he apologized for not having grocery bags. Then he asked for my signature."

You smile at his excitement. "Oh, does he know Stray Kids?"

He shook his head, still smiling. "Nope! He said I look like a kpop idol, I told him I am so he was like "sign my napkin" so I signed it."

Your eyebrows raised high. "He has literally no idea who you are and you signed his napkin?"

Jisung pops open a bag of chips and happily munches. "He was so nice."

You snorted, shaking your head at your boyfriend as you tried not to laugh. Despite how silly the situation seemed, he was very excited about it so you kept your giggling to your self, biting your lips and looking away to keep it together.

"Chip," he says, lifting it to your mouth. You open it on command, letting him drop it in. He then lifts a juice box up, pointing the straw to your lips. "Juice."

He kept this routine, swapping to some gummy bears occasionally when he felt in the mood for them. After a moment of stuffing his cheeks full, he finally reaches for his phone to play some music. He asks for recommendations but ends up not taking them.

As the song starts to play, you turn your head to see a smirk on his lips. "Narara syung super board," he mouths along.

"Oh, wow. Never heard this song before," you say sarcastically as he giggles, jumping in his seat. You sit up, preparing for the dance Jisung taught you to do when you were driving.

Now it probably wasn't the safest thing to do, taking a hand off the wheel occasionally to mimic the dance. But the roads were dead and the feeling of excitement radiating off of Han was too hard to ignore. When you both yelled "nyaun" at the top of your lungs, you drag your hand mid air from left to right, imitating a car speeding past your sights.

Han let you attempt to rap alongside of him for most of it, but he wanted his parts to be solo. Of course, he was the star of the show anyhow. After the song ended, he actually let you choose a new one. Your apartment was too close to the gas station to play more, so you took a few extra turns around the block to keep the fun going just a little longer.

FELIX

It was rare that your work schedule allowed you to stay up late like you currently were. Felix would come home at odd times, so it wasn't consistent enough for you to wait for him to sleep together. You had the day off tomorrow, though, so you figured staying up a little bit wasn't going to hurt.

Unfortunately, you lost track of time when the two of you started a movie marathon late into the night. Neither one of you seemed to be tired, both obnoxiously laughing at the television. It may have been because all your apartment lights had been on the entire time, making it hard to tell the time correctly. Whatever it was, it made you antsy after the third movie ended, still being wide awake.

"I can't sit still enough for another," you tell your boyfriend as he scrolls through to find another film to play. "I'm too hyper."

He shoots his gaze over to yours dramatically. "Well, pray tell, what my dearest wishes to do?"

You roll your eyes with a shrug. "Something. Anything but being in here. It's getting stuffy."

Felix taps a finger to his chin in thought. When he suggested a car ride, you jumped up from your spot on the couch, grabbing his hand to drag him too. He laughed at your excitement and attempted to keep up as you raced out the door. A destination was not even discussed.

He allowed you to be the dj of the car, hesitantly handing you the aux cord with a thin smile. He could tell by the grin on your lips that you probably shouldn't be trusted with such a thing. Felix couldn't resist you, though, and knew that keeping you from your happiness was the last thing he ever wanted.

The windows were rolled down as the night was a comfortable temperature. You stuck your head out, resting it atop of the door to glance outside. The city lights were still so beautiful, even when it was so late. The music was humming in the background softly as the two of you sang much louder than it played.

There was giggles in between the singing, forcing your voices to strain much more than they could. Even Felix's deep voice was cracking, which made you erupt in laughter. You both were almost in tears because of it. When a moment passed after you settled down, you looked at each other again and laughed once more.

"When did you start hitting puberty again?"

Felix scoffs. "Give me some credit, babe! I'm an artist and such talent is hard to keep consistent like this. Plus, Elsa hits some high notes."

You slap your hand across your mouth to cover up the eruption of giggles that came out. You had no control over them, though, and they spilled through your fingers and into the quiet car. Felix couldn't help but giggle too, wiping at his eyes.

"Stop! I'm driving. Cut it out."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" you shout. "Please forgive me," you plead sarcastically, awaiting for his next response.

Felix stops at the red light, throwing the car into park before turning to face you. "You have to act cute for the next five minutes or I won't forgive you."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. "Five minutes?!"

He glances at the light out of the corner of his eyes and smirks. "Five minutes," he confirms.

You look down at your hands in panic, trying to remember ever cute thing your boyfriend had ever done for you. But your mind drew a blank and you could only the hand movement you saw on television once. Hesitantly, you created fists with your hands and brought them up to your cheeks, rocking them back and forth.

"Puing puing?" You say, with zero confidence.

Felix thins his lips to keep himself from laughing at your actions. "Nice try, baby love, but that was the worst aegyo I've ever seen."

You huff. "The lights green. Go."

Seungmin

My darling , Seungmin. Can we please go for a late night car ride like this couple here?" You point to your phone as you show him a Pinterest wallpaper.

Seungmin glances away from the video he was watching, moving his focus over to you. "Now?" He questions, his lips curling up in distaste.

You smiled and nod firmly. "Yes, like, right now."

He looks down to his attire, being in his utmost comfortable clothing and already ready for bed. He hated when you took him out of his nightly routine, but he always caved when you asked him to do something. He genuinely enjoyed spending quality time with you, but he'd give you a hard time throughout it all.

"Now?" He asks again, this time frowning.

You huff. "C'mon babe! Let's go for a ride."

He narrowed his eyes at you, still very hesitant, before sighing heavily and listening to your request. He ignored your squeals of happiness and slowly stood up to grab the car keys off the Totoro hanger by the door. He then opens the closet door and grabs his favorite hoodie before leading you both out of the apartment.

"Calm down," he calls out to you, whom was half way down the hallway already. He took his time in following you, lazy steps all the way outside.

The chilly wind caused him to shiver, rubbing at his long sleeved shirt. He scowled at your figure skipping to your car, hand already on the passenger door and ready for him to unlock. As he came closer, he tossed the hoodie your way.

"Why didn't you change before we left?" Seungmin mumbles the question, glaring at your attire meant for bed and now the cold outside. He proceeds to buckle himself up when he sees your only answer was a shrug of your shoulders.

As he begins to pull out of the parking lot of your apartment complex, you begin to fiddle with the radio channels. Upon seeing you do this, he smacks your hand out of the way and points a finger at you.

"My car, my songs. I don't want to hear your music if I'm dragged along for this."

"Well, what do you want to hear?"

Seungmin took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly at a stop light. "Classical."

You made a face, a mix of surprise and disgust, and waited for Seungmin to take it back. When he didn't change his mind, you hesitated on putting the songs on. He noticed this and snorts.

"Ours songs are on my phone. I specifically cut out everyone else's parts, so each song is only me."

You widened your eyes in shock and bite your lip to keep from laughing. "Are you serious?"

He nods confidently. "Very."

Jeongin

Jeongin seems to visit your place often after rehearsals. Although he hadn't officially moved in yet, majority of his belongings were in your home. He often told you it was because he could only tolerate the others so long before he needed peace and quiet. If he came after rehearsals, Jeongin would find you asleep and ready for nighttime cuddles. Perfect for relaxation.

However, when he came home, he was not expecting a fully awake and hyper you. He couldn't complain, though, because this version of his lover was kinda rare. He thought it was too adorable to miss. And lucky for him, he also was a little giddy this evening.

Next thing you knew, the two of you were jamming songs in the car. You took to the country roads in hopes not to disturb the people sleeping soundly in their homes. The idea of them all waking up to you and Jeongin playing one song on repeat was admittedly funny, though.

"Maknae on top! Ooh oh!" You both yelled, jumping in your seats as the bass to the song was boosted, encouraging the hype you felt.

You sang the lyrics to your Innie, waving your hands around his form to gesture to the 'maknae' in reference. He laughed at your actions and continued to bob his head enthusiastically. The third time the song came to an end, he rolled the volume nozzle down completely to catch your attention.

"What if we call Bang Chan to sing to him," he suddenly suggests, peering over to your direction to watch your expression to gauge interest.

You pondered on it for a moment. "I dunno, he might murder us."

Jeongin nods. "Maybe." He watched you sit in wonder still and reaches over to poke your cheek. "Come on, you know he's probably still awake. This will either encourage him to write good songs or make him go to sleep."

You finally agree, reaching for his cellphone as he hands it to you. You pull up Chan's contact before setting it snuggly into the holder attached to the car dashboard. Jeongin corrects his position so he could be seen better on camera as the called started to ring through.

All it took was a greeting from the leader and Jeongin started blaring the song again, singing happily into the phone. He occasionally glanced to you as you also want along, hearts absolutely filling his eyes as he watches.

After the song ends, Chan stares into the camera with a grimace. Jeongin proudly explains his reasoning behind disturbing Chan, whom was in fact not asleep, and in return gets a light scolding on why you and Jeongin should both be enjoying each other's company without involving someone else. He finally hung up after the lecture.

"That's going to make a perfect video for my memories," you say happily, removing the phone from the holster.

Jeongin peers over at you. "What did you do?"

"Only recorded the entire call." A devious smirk appeared as you send the recording to yourself and the other members of stray kids.

Your boyfriend reaches his hand to give you a high five.

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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StrayKids reaction : Having a short S/o

✧ Pairing : Dom! Stray kids x Sub! F! Reader

✧ Warnings : Suggestive themes, Fluff, Smut, Corruption Kink, Size kink (obviously).

✧ Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @k-drizzle @kodzukein (please comment down below if you wanna be added to the taglist and mention the groups you wanna be tagged in)

Smut under cut!!

Bangchan

Man would love your small size. He adores you but also wants to corrupt you. And he does exactly that.

Corruption Kink

Bangchan loves the little moans you let out when you feel his large hands on your inner thighs.

Or when you look so small and submissive under him. Ready to submit yourself to him. Ready to let him ruin you completely.

But when you wear one of his large shirts, his heart swoons with love for you. The way he would do anything to protect you because you're just so precious and adorable.

So that being said, he'll be verryy protective of you. Would probably be behind you most of the time to protect you from "big bad things existing in the world" (Said by him)

Lee Know

Would literally tease you for your size (sexually & playfully)

Like imagine you have to get something from the top shelf (cringe but imagine) and he'll just come behind and slap your ass playfully while he gives you whatever you wanted.

Man loves thigh riding. He would love the way you always squirmed on his large thighs while your little pussy humped over his thighs.

Will surely and absolutely mock you for the way you can't handle his big cock as you're screaming profanities.

Changbin

Congratulations, you're shorter than Changbin making him more cocky than he already is. (Even I am🥲)

Changbin would love the height and size difference between you both making him coo at you.

Corruption Kink Pt.2

Would literally make you wear a bunny costume just so he can fuck you over a table while he whispers dirtiest things in your ears.

"So fucking small and pretty baby."

"You drive me crazy in different ways baby girl."

Hyunjin

Man is already cocky about the size difference between the both you. And your tiny hands and your innocence just fuels his confidence.

Would want to do nothing but fuck your tight little pussy all day and night as his hands roam around your small figure.

Unlike others Hyunjin would degrade you, mock your size while he is fucking you from behind.

"God, baby, you're so fucking small and precious."

Han

Wouldn't really notice the difference in your height until one day he apparently notices the way you buried your head in his chest because you couldn't read up to his shoulder.

Corruption Kink Pt.3 instantly activates.

He loved the way you would squirm from something as small as his fingertips brushing over your inner thigh.

He would pin you against every surface for fun and would love to intimidate you but instantly chuckle at your bright red cheeks.

Felix

Man would not even give a shit. Like he would be so normal... But.

If he sees you in any of his shirts. Well you're fucked. In a good way, because he will be so damn turned on seeing you looking all so adorable and cute while you hide your damn sexy naked body under the plain fabric of his shirt.

Man just loves you in his clothes I swear, would do anything to get you to wear his clothes at any point.

Would probably even make you have his shirt on while he fucks you on the kitchen counter at night.

Seungmin

Corruption Kink Pt.4

Just like Felix, Seungmin wouldn't notice the vast difference between your height. Until you decide it was a good idea to surprise him with black lacy lingerie. Fluffy black cat ears and a butt plug adding to the Spiciness to your outfit.

Seungmin lost himself at the sight of you, so small and fragile making him rock hard. He would literally corrupt you in every way possible after that night.

Jeongin

(Okay I love this man and his size) Jeongin always loved the way you would eye his large hands and always get turned on whenever he even places them on your small back.

And when he noticed the way you always squirmed when he sunk you down on his large dick, he knew you were head over heels for his big size. And he made sure to use it completely against you. He wanted you to confess it to him.

From letting wear all his clothes as you like it to him whispering the dirtiest things in your ears at random times of the day. Jeongin did it all. Until you had enough and just blurted it out loud making him chuckle cockily.

"Aww my princess loves being small? Well let me spoil you baby."

I hope this came out as good as you expected! I loved writing this man (especially Jeongin)

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kangaracha · 13 days

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Felix + focus

(this is actually written by @keepswingin, who gained access to my blog for five minutes and decided she wanted my prompts list)

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It's bad luck, and you know it's bad luck, but you can't stop yourself from sneaking across the hall as soon as nobody is looking. You close the door as quietly as possible behind you and turn around, fully prepared to tease your husband to be, only to find him standing before the mirror, shakily adjusting his tie.

Felix is muttering to himself as he struggles with keeping his hands steady, smoothing them down the sides of his pants, once, twice, three times, and then he catches your eye in the mirror, and he freezes, and something about it reminds you of a deer caught between bright headlights.

"Sorry," you giggle, approaching him with your heart thumping wildly in your chest because this is actually happening, and he's going to be what you wake up next to every morning, and those hands will help you cook dinner and those eyes will look at you and call you beautiful and - and you're getting carried away. "I couldn't wait."

You reach out for his hand as soon as you're close enough, twining your fingers together. You can still feel him shake despite it, and the small smile he gives you is wobbly at the corners, and his eyes are crinkled in that anxious way that he claims he doesn't do, and you tug him closer, reaching your other hand up to curl around his cheek.

"Hey," you whisper, his eyes catching yours. "You're okay. Everything's okay. Focus. Focus on me." You press your forehead against his and hear his chest stutter with a long exhale. "I'm right here."

"I'm sorry," he says as soon as he's able to, blinking fast. Leave it to him to apologize over things that don't require one. "I was just - my mom left to go find something, and I was standing here alone and I just got to thinking and then I - " Another breath, this one calmer than the last. "I just don't want to mess anything up. On our day."

"You could never ruin our day," you tell him, and then your smile grows because you can't help yourself and he knows how you are. "Even if you did, I'd still treasure it all the same."

It does work in dragging a laugh out of him, genuine and carefree. "You're going to make me worry all over again," he throws back gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You're beautiful, by the way."

"Can you still act surprised when you see me walk out? My mom already threatened me," you ask, and then his lips pull into a smile you'll never forget as he moves closer, lips brushing lightly against your own.

"My mom threated me too," he admits quietly, and then he's kissing you, and you can't help but wonder how any of this could ever be bad luck when it's the luckiest you've ever felt.

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kpopimaginings · 1 year

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Stray Kids Reaction (Maknae Line) - Finding you after/during an attempt - Part 2

A/N: I definitely didn’t cry while writing these... I promise there is fluff and happiness by the end!

These are just as long as the hyung line ones, so please enjoy!

Hyung line: Part 1 - Part 2

Maknae line: Part 1 - Part 2

Han

The moments respite Han got whilst gently cradling you in his arms didn't last long. Your mood flipped again, and you began fighting to get back to the bathroom. Luckily, Han's reaction was quick enough that he tightened his grip on you before you escaped his lap. He clung on to you desperately as you started to scream and claw at his arms.

"Get off of me," you yelled as you wriggled and scratched, trying your hardest to escape him.

Han simply locked his arms around you, face pressed against your back as he held back tears. You had begun hurling verbal abuse at him as he stopped you returning to the pills.

"This isn't her," he thought to himself. "This isn't Y/n. She's not well, she doesn't mean it."

All he had to do was hold on until the paramedics arrived. Then they could help. He grasped you tightly as he prayed the ambulance wouldn't be too much longer. He loved you and you loved him and there was no way you meant what you were saying, right?

By the time the ambulance arrived, Han was little more than a broken shell of himself, sobbing as he restrained you. They quickly took over for him, eventually administering a sedative when it became clear you weren't snapping out of your manic episode.

You were both loaded into the ambulance, one of the responders monitoring you closely as the other sat with Han, questioning him about what had happened and what he knew of your mental health history. The more he was asked, however, the shallower his breath became. Eventually spotting the signs of a panic attack in the poor boy, they stopped quizzing him and comforted him as best they good while he held tightly on to your hand.

Once at the hospital, you were whisked off to a private room and Han was warned there may be a couple of days before you could receive visitors. He was offered some counselling, but he knew at that point, he didn't have it in him to go over the evenings events again, so, after leaving his contact details, he started to trudge back to the dorms.

As he walked along the now dark streets he could feel his phone buzzing like crazy in his pocket. Knowing that it was far too early for the hospital to be calling with an update about you, he ignored it. Quite simply, he didn't have the desire or energy to talk to anyone.

Unknowingly walking past the dorms he was heading for, the sound of Seungmin's voice snapped him out of his daze.

"Hyung!" the younger called, jogging over to him. "Where on Earth have you been? We've been calling all night, out searching for you-"

Getting close enough to see the expression on your boyfriend's face was enough to cut Seungmin off, now more worried than when they didn't know where he was.

"It's ok, hyung, we were just worried about you," Min's tone was now soft and comforting. "You suddenly disappeared and it's unlike you to not answer your phone, what happened?"

Han's mouth opens and closes a few times as he searches for the right words, before he broke down again. If not for his dongsaengs fast reflexes, he would have crumpled to the floor right there in street. Luckily, Seungmin was able to support him enough to half carry, half drag his now crying hyung up to their dorm.

After a quick call to those still out hunting for him all 7 seven boys were sat in the living room huddled round Han. He was curled up in the middle of the sofa bundled up in his weighted blanket. It was one that you'd bought for him so that when he was on tour, away from you, and wanted your hugs he could snuggle in that instead.

Lee Know had also managed to wrap himself around Han, trying to hug away all the pain as Jisung did his best to tell them what had happened.

"It's going to be okay Jisung, Y/n is being taken care of by the doctors and we’re all going to make sure she gets the help she needs."

"That’s right, hyung. We’re all here for both of you."

"It’s not going to be easy but she’s going to get through this, and so are you."

Han barely registered the voices around him, he wasn’t even sure which of his members was speaking. All he could do was stare down at the mug of tea in his hands. He thinks Felix gave it to him, but even that is foggy; it’s long gone cold, but he can’t seem to put it down. At that point though, looking around the room wouldn't have helped his anxiety. Despite the encouraging and comforting words, the worried faces of his brothers would have made him worse.

At some point in the night exhaustion took over and Han fell into a restless sleep. The rest of the boys stayed with him in the living room, sleeping on the sofa or the floor trying to comfort him with their presence. Any other night it would be a peaceful, heart-warming scene, but tonight a deep sadness permeated the room.

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A few days later, Han finally got the call from the hospital that he could visit you. Immediately, Lee Know offered to drive him down and make sure he was ok. Stood outside your room with a racing heart and shallow breaths, Han couldn't have been more grateful to have support.

"Hyung? What if she's still mad at me?" Han managed to ask as he took some deep breaths.

"You know she won't be. You're the one who told us she wasn't herself. She might not even remember it from what you told us," Lee Know comforted.

Han nodded as he took another deep breath, staring at the door in front of him.

"She'll want to see you as much as you want to see her," the older added, with a comforting hand on Han's shoulder. "You can do this."

With a definitive nod, Han finally stepped through the door.

"Jagiya?" he said as he entered, seeing you resting in bed.

"Jisungie," you replied, smiling and reaching out for him.

He approached, taking your hand in his, relief filling him at the simple skin ship he had missed so much.

"How are you?" you asked him.

"I think I'm meant to be asking you that, you're the one in a hospital bed," he smiled softly.

"I know, but, I'm so sorry. They told me what happened, and I can't apologise enough. I can't even begin to imagine what this has done to you."

By the way his gaze faltered and the fact that he couldn't quite meet your eyes, you knew you were right.

"Are you ok?" you asked again.

"Well, I've been better, but I've got the boys. They've dealt with my anxiety attacks before so they know how to look after me," he assured you. "Now you. How are you?"

"I don't know," you admitted. "I'll be honest, I've been focussed on you and wanting to make sure you were ok, because I just... I don't really remember what happened, so I don't really know what I'm feeling or what my brain is doing."

"Why didn't you tell me it had gotten so bad?"

"I didn't realise. That's never happened before."

"Promise you weren't hiding it from me because you didn't want to trigger me," Han pleaded.

"I promise. If anything, I find it easier talking to you about my mental health because you understand. Even if it isn't exactly something you've experienced, you still understand. If you're always open and honest with me, then I will be too," you assured him.

"Of course, I will. Talking to you helps me."

"And talking to you helps me," you agreed.

There was a slight silence then, neither of you sure what to say next. As your mind started to wander, you felt tears prick at your eyes.

"I don't really know what's happening anymore, Han," you whimpered, tears in your eyes. "I've been assigned a therapist and the doctors are trying to diagnose me, but they said until they know for sure I can't really leave. I'm scared."

"No, angel, what are you scared of?" Han asked, instantly pulling you into his arms.

"They say that this wasn't just my depression, that I was in a manic state when the paramedics got there, but I don't even remember. I don't know what happened, I don't know why, I don't know what's wrong with me," you began crying as you clung to your boyfriend's shirt.

"But you're getting help," he reminded you. "It's all going to be ok, we'll get the answers and we'll find a way to cope with this and move forward like we have with everything else."

"We?" you asked, with a sniff, pulling back slightly to look at him.

"Yeah, I'll be with you every step of the way. You don't have to fight this alone."

"Are you sure? After... I... The things I said to you," you said between sobs. "They wouldn't tell me exactly but they said I was yelling at you like I hated you and trying to hurt you. I don't want you to leave, but I understand if you want to. I know I'm not easy to love-"

"No," Han cut in quickly. "No, don't even think it. I'm not easy to love either, but that doesn't change a thing. I do love you. I want to be here. I want to fight this with you. Please don't push me away."

There were now tears on his cheeks too.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

"You don't need to be sorry," he said, "None of this was your fault. I know you didn't mean anything you said."

You quickly hugged him again, burying your face in his shoulder.

"I love you, Han Jisung," you whispered.

"I love you, too," he replied, squeezing you tight. "We'll get through this.”

Felix

Waiting outside your hospital room, Felix was sat leaning on Bang Chan. No more tears left to cry; he was staring blanky at his bandaged hand. An uncomfortable silence hung over the pair as Chan had now run out of things to say to attempt to console his dongsaeng. The whole ambulance ride Felix hadn't spoken a word, there were vague hums and slight nods, but that was it. Even while the doctor had treated his wounded hand, the answers he gave were minimal. Bang Chan became even more concerned when Felix seemed numb to the news that you were stable and in recovery. Eventually, a doctor came out to announce that you were conscious and, in a state, to receive visitors. Felix stood, before looking back down at Bang Chan.

"Y/n needs you, Felix. You go ahead, I'll be right here," the leader encouraged.

Felix remained unmoving his unfocused eyes staring towards his hyung.

“Lixie?” Chan stood up and put his hands on your boyfriends' shoulders, “Lix look at me... please?”

Felix hummed but only appeared to come around when Chan gave his shoulders another squeeze.

“You can do this, okay? Y/n needs you to do this.”

Nodding his head and taking a deep breath Felix turned and entered your room.

He was met with the sight of you, propped up in bed, still looking worryingly pale and hooked up to a blood transfusion, heart monitor and oximeter. Taking a shaky breath, he approached you.

"Lixie," you greeted with a weak smile.

"Why?" he whimpered before the tears began to fall once more. The words he had been keeping locked inside until now began to spill out at an alarming pace between his sobs, "I know, I know you said you were feeling low, but we were helping, m-me and Chan, we were looking after you. I didn't expect... I didn't know it was that bad."

"Oh baby, I didn’t either," you muttered.

"Y/n?" Felix asked, needing clarification on your comment.

"I don't know what happened," you explained. "I just wanted a bath, I was just planning on relaxing before movie night, already wondering what film we should watch, but then the candle... I don't know what I happened. I saw the glass and a switch in my brain flipped. I wasn't really thinking. I wasn't even in control of my own body. It's like my brain just saw an opportunity and-"

You were now fighting back tears yourself and Felix reached out for your hand to comfort you. It was then that you noticed the bandage.

"Felix, you're hurt," you pointed out.

"Ah, it's a small cut," he brushed off. "Have you spoken to a therapist already?"

"Felix, it's bad enough that it's been properly bandaged, what happened?" you asked, unwilling to drop the subject.

He sighed, "I was moving the glass. Now, you. What did the doctors say, what's the plan?"

"I'm fine now, Lix, honestly. I'm not in some sort of deep depressive episode, it was an intrusive thought that I acted on. I've spoken to a therapist, and I’m going to have some behaviour counselling but it’s not like I actively wanted to do this.” You glance down at your bandages admittedly a little frightened at what your body did without your consent.

"Are you hiding something?" your boyfriend asked with narrowed eyes.

"What?" you asked, incredulous.

"People don't just... do that on a whim. I want to know what's happening," he continued to fight you.

"Nothing is happening, Felix."

"But-"

"Drop it."

"I'm just-"

"Lee Yongbok! When have I ever lied to you about my mental health?" you snapped. "In fact, when have I ever lied to you about anything? I know if anything is wrong, I can come to you. You do help. What you and Chan were doing for me tonight, it really lifted my spirits and I'm sorry I ruined it, but please don't start accusing me of things I would never do. I’m frightened enough already!"

Towards the end of your rant, you had started to get teary again. Felix noticed this and panicked slightly, realising that now your emotional state was his fault.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, don’t be scared," he said pulling you into a hug. "You're right, I know you always tell me what's going on with you. It was just- I felt like somehow I'd missed the signs or you were feeling worse than you'd let on."

"It was nothing like that, when I first told you about everything going on with me, I promised I'd come to you if I felt worse or I needed help. That hasn't changed." You pulled back to look him in the eye. "As soon as I'm, you know, a bit less pale, I'll be home with you and back to normal."

Felix smiled slightly at your comforting words.

"Now, how is your hand? Really?"

He laughed a bit then. "It hurts a little. I can't really do much with it right now. But I feel like that has more to do with the extra bulky bandage," he complained holding it up to show you.

You gently took his hand in yours and brought it up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss to it. Moving so that he was holding both of your hands instead Felix returned the gesture, placing little kisses on your bandaged wrists.

"I love you," you assured him.

"I love you, too," he replied, finally kissing your lips

Seungmin

Bang Chan wasn’t sure what to make of the situation right now. Seungmin had stopped crying at some point on the ambulance ride to the hospital, but now he seemed almost too calm. Once the ambulance arrived you were whisked away to be treated and the two boys had been directed towards a waiting room. Seungmin didn’t try to converse with his hyung and Chan didn’t want to push him in case he broke down again. After a while a nurse came in to update them on your condition, you were stable and could have visitors but would need to stay in the hospital for a while, a therapist was scheduled to see you in the morning, and they would work out an action plan from there. Rather than relief at this news it almost seemed like Seungmin became even more confused. Once the medical professionals left Seungmin finally turned to Bang Chan.

"Hyung?"

"Yeah, Min?"

"I don’t understand."

"Don’t understand what?" pressed Chan. "They said Y/n is stable she's just going to need some help with her mental health issues and-"

"That," the younger interrupted. "Y/n doesn’t have any mental health issues; she’s never mentioned anything like this."

"Well, Min, maybe she never expressly said anything but-"

"No. I’ve been thinking back and not once has she talked about any struggles with this stuff. Not once, in the whole time we’ve been together," Seungmin insisted. "That’s the sort of thing you would tell your boyfriend. I’ve spoken to her when I’ve been struggling with stress and things from work but she’s never..." Seungmin paused looking down at his feet.

Chan kept trying to chip in and reassure his dongsaeng, but there was no stopping him as all his thoughts came spilling out.

"Hyung, I hadn’t seen her in days! Do you think I would have left her alone all that time if she... if she..." Before he could finish the tears had already started pouring. "It could be something else. Right? An accident or-"

"Min..." Bang Chan stepped forward putting out his arms to pull him into a comforting embrace.

"No," Min responded slapping away Chan's hands and backing up. "Because if she felt like... She would have told me; she knows she can tell me anything. That’s something you tell the person you love; you tell them because you love them, and you know they can help you. I would have helped, I would have-"

Seungmin looked up suddenly and froze as if he’d had some sort of awful epiphany.

"Min, look-" before Chan could say anything else Seungmin rushed out of the room.

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You were lying in the hospital bed, trying to piece together what had happened. Between what the doctors had told you and your hazy memories you'd got a general idea but were struggling to process everything. You remember feeling a depressive bout coming, you even remember contemplating letting your boyfriend know this time. You never did though, people always reacted poorly, and he was so busy, you remember thinking you'd get over it soon anyway, you always did. From there everything is hazy, apparently, you overdosed on your sleeping tablets and your poor boyfriend found you unconscious when he came over for a surprise visit. You couldn't even imagine the trauma that must have given him, just thinking about made you want to disappear from shame. You were trying to figure out how best to explain everything to him when suddenly he burst through the door. You don’t know what you were expecting him to be like, but it wasn’t this. He looked... numb. Not sad, not angry not even confused. Just numb.

“When were you going to tell me?” His eyes were so cold, you’d never seen him like this. He was always your smiling little puppy, you hated to see this side of him.

“Minnie, I’m sorry.”

“When?”

“Min every time I tell someone about my depression-”

“Not that.”

“Huh? Min, I don’t understand what-”

“When were you going to tell me, you don’t love me?”

Silence descended for a moment. Both of you were now very confused; Seungmin's thoughts were still spiraling about your apparent lack of love for him and you wondering how on Earth this was where his brain had gone. Since regaining consciousness you'd been trying to plan your conversation with your boyfriend, considering how he would react and how you would explain everything, but not one of the scenarios had him asking you about not loving him anymore.

"Seungmin," you said in a half whisper, "I don't understand."

“Me neither," he responded still quite deadpan. "If you want me to just leave, I will, but I'd really like to know why you were stringing me along."

"Minnie, I don't know why-" you started, but as you spoke Seungmin turned to leave, realising he wasn't going to get the explanation he was hoping for.

"No!" you called out in a choked sob, "Please, don't leave me, please."

He stopped in his tracks. While he had convinced himself you didn't love him, he was very much in love with you and hearing your cries was breaking him.

"Why shouldn't I leave? Wouldn't that make it better? Clearly, me being around isn't helping you." Seungmin couldn't bring himself to turn around and face you "Won't this lessen your burden? You can find someone better, someone you can love, someone you can trust... and then they can help-"

"How dare you!" Finally finding your voice again you all but scream at your boyfriend's back "How dare you say I don't love you. Do you have any idea-"

Your breath catches in your throat and for a second you can't breathe. Seungmin instinctively turns to move towards you but before he can close the distance you start again quieter now.

"Do you have any idea how many times you've saved me?"

"But, I didn't even-" Seungmin started.

"That didn't matter. Just knowing that I had plans with you to look forward to, it made me fight, it bought me happiness even when everything else was dark," you tried to explain.

"I just don't understand why you didn't tell me. If you love me, you should be able to be honest with me about this kind of thing."

"Because I didn't want to be a burden. Normally telling someone about this, or when I go through a really bad episode, they realise they can't cope with this. It pushes people away. You're an idol, you already have so much going on, the last thing you needed was me unloading on you about all of this. I just couldn't bear the thought of the best part of my life giving up on me." The tears began again as you finished talking.

"Jagi, I wouldn't- I could never give up on you," Seungmin assured you, finally closing the gap and pulling you into a tight embrace. "I don't care how hard it gets, I love you, I want to fight this with you if you'll let me, but you need to keep fighting too."

His kind words just made you cry more as you clung to his top.

"Thank you," you managed to breathe out between sobs and sniffs.

"Just tell me, jagi. Tell me when it gets hard, and I'll be there however I can."

He continued to hold you, one hand cradling your head as he pressed repeated small kisses to your temple.

"For as long as you love me, I'm here," he hummed.

"I do," you said through shaky breaths. "I love you so much, I'm sorry I put you through this."

"But we've survived," he reminded you. "We got through it, we'll be ok."

"We will," you agreed. "All I need is you."

I.N

Having seen the state his maknae was in, Hyunjin had insisted on going with him to A&E for his hand while you were being treated. I.N couldn't have cared less about his hand in that moment though, his only thoughts were of you. Even though he had been kept updated on your situation and was assured by doctors you were now stable, he couldn't help but worry. Until he was able to see you himself and ascertain that you were ok, he wasn't going to be able to settle.

"Innie," said Hyunjin, placing a hand on I.N's restless, bouncing leg, "Everything's going to be ok now."

"How? How can you say everything will be ok when something so terrible has happened?"

I.N threw his hyung's hand away and stood, starting to pace.

"I know you are super worried right now," Hyunjin tried to comfort him, "But the doctor's said she's stable, so she will be ok. Now, we just need to get your hand fixed-"

"But I want to see Y/n. I should be there for her," I.N retorted.

"I know you want to be there, but the best thing you can do is look after yourself," Hyunjin explained softly.

When I.N just continued to pace, Hyunjin stood to physically stop him. With his hands on either side of Jeongin's face, he spoke again. "There's nothing more you can do for Y/n right now."

Shoving the older back, I.N all but exploded.

"Yeah, because I'm fucking useless?" the younger snapped.

"What? No-"

"I'm a worthless waste of space and I'd just make everything worse, right? Because I can't do anything right!"

"Innie-"

"You've said it twice now! I can't help Y/n. What's the point if I can't do anything for the one I love when they need me most?

“And you know what's worse? I was so fucking pleased when I got back and thought I had the house to myself. I did the fucking washing up, I wasted so much time hyung! So what if they say she's stable now? Who knows what damage I caused by taking my time? Maybe, if I’d found her sooner...” I.N finally ran out of steam and began to sob again.

Hyunjin stepped closer, pulling him into his arms. “You didn’t know, Innie, you did what you could. As soon as you knew, you did everything right. You were the one who got the rope off and called the ambulance. The only reason I pushed you away was your hand. All you were doing was damaging yourself more,” he tried to explain. “I love you both and I just needed you to both be ok.”

Jeongin didn’t say anything as he sobbed into Hyunjin's shoulder, so the elder continued, “Y/n is obviously going to need you there for her, more than anything. You know you’re the only person in the world who can make her day brighter just by existing, I see it all the time. She adores you. But Innie... have you looked at your hand? If you go to her like this, she’s going to be even more frightened than she is right now.”

For the first time tonight I.N took a proper look at his hand. Hyunjin had to hold on tighter to keep him steady as a wave of nausea washed through Jeongin, he hadn’t quite realised how much damage had been inflicted.

“Maybe you’re right,” he conceded taking some deep breaths as he looked away and sat back down before he could pass out.

With the severity of his injuries the two didn’t have to wait much longer until I.N was called for treatment. The second he was cleared Jeongin all but ran to where he had been informed you were staying, Hyunjin struggling to keep up. He stopped only to listen to the nurse stationed on your ward. They warned him that the pressure on your throat had caused a lot of bruising, both internal and external, and you were having difficulty talking at the moment, before reassuring him that they didn't believe any permanent damage had been caused.

Hyunjin stayed back, giving the maknae a comforting smile when he hesitated slightly before heading into your room.

"Y/n?" he asked as he crept in, seeing you lying on the bed. "I'm so sorry."

As he began thinking about everything that had happened, he started pacing again. "I should have found you sooner. I didn't even know you were home. I wasted so much time. I was just tidying, enjoying having the place to myself for a bit. Oh my God, I was even mad with you for leaving the dishes. You always nag me about leaving them and then you had, and I was ready to scold you when you got back. I should have just gone straight upstairs. I'm so sorry."

When he finally looked at you, he realised you've been trying to respond. He walks over to you, hoping to hear the faint rasp of your voice, but struggling to understand. You let out a sigh, before carefully and deliberately mouthing out the words, "I'm sorry, I love you, thank you."

I.N smiles before looking down sadly. "I wasn't much help, Hyunjin hyung-"

You placed a hand on his jaw and made him look at you. You glared at him and then pointedly down to his damaged hand.

"That just happened when I was trying to get the rope off."

You raised your eyebrows and nodded slowly, willing him to understand that that was exactly what had saved you.

"No, but I should have done more, I couldn't- when they were on the phone- Hyunjin came and-"

You moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to crash your lips together. Knowing that right now you couldn't express in words how grateful you were to him, how much you loved and appreciated him and everything he'd ever done for you, you tried to convey it all through that one kiss.

You didn't want to let him pull away, but he did.

“I’m so sorry.”

You glare at him again, causing IN to chuckle to himself, “I know you don’t want me to be sorry. But I still am. I can’t help it; I just love you too much.”

Your expression softens again, and you reach up to wipe away his tears, you try to say something, but the words don’t come out clearly.

“Hey!?” IN says as he pulls away, “Did you really just call me your little baby bread?”

IN can’t help the blush that spreads across his face as you look up at him and nod enthusiastically, your big doe eyes looking cuter than ever. Embarrassed Jeongin pulls you into a tight embrace, trying to hide how flustered you made him feel. You hum into his shoulder as you wrap your arms around him, clutching him close you once again try to convey to him just how much he means to you, how much you love him. You whimper slightly and hold on tighter when he tries to pull away once again, the vibration of his chest as he laughs warms your heart even more.

“Ya, agi,” he chuckles “Let me go so I can kiss you again!”

This time you elicited a full body laugh for your boyfriend as you spring away from him at the speed of light, lips already pouted towards him eyes half shut.

“My heart! You’re too cute agi, I can’t handle it!” he cooed as he squeezes your cheeks with his good hand peppering your lips with light pecks before giving in and deepening the kiss. This time it’s you who pulls away, resting your forehead against his as you send all your love to him through your touch.

IN smiles, eyes shut, savouring the love he feels in your presence.

“I love you too, always and forever.”

NAVIGATION | STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

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sunnibearr · 2 years

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SKZ reaction to you matching with another member. -maknae line-

warnings: one swear word, lmk if theres anything else :)

main skz masterlist // hyung line ver.

HAN ( 한 )

you have a matching gym outfit with changbin

he does not see the appeal of matching with changbin, like at all.

"i could match with you!" "sungie we don't work out together." "well then maybe we should start!"

he goes to work out with you twice and then goes back to his regular workouts.

is so pouty and whiny you need to give him so many kisses.

changbin sends jisung gym selfies of you two just to annoy him.

got you a personalized towel that says "jisung is the best boyfriend" for the gym lmao.

FELIX ( 피렉스 )

you own matching mugs with minho.

didn't realise at first, always wondered where you got the mug.

one time he saw minho drinking out of his. "oh! y/n has a similar one!" "because we got them together." "really!?"

the cutest man on this planet omg.

thinks its funny because they're both your guys' favourite mugs.

was surprised when he learned that it was actually minho's idea to get them. (for your birthday.)

the mugs say "don't talk to me" "i'm a bitch" in matching fonts.

SEUNGMIN ( 승민 )

you have matching keychains with chan.

seungmin actually got them for you.

you'd talked to him about wanting to get something for chris, just as a cute little present.

they're these small lego kangaroos, it's adorable.

you both always have the keychain on you. always.

they've become goodluck charms, the boys call them "the godaroos".

he gets you accessories for the kangaroo for your birthdays so you can customize it.

I.N ( 아이엔 )

you own matching merch with jisung

you both like a lot of the same animes so naturally you own a lot of merch.

you have matching howl's moving castle pillow cases.

he even got you an anime character body pillow for christmas.

you ALSO got him a body pillow for that same christmas.

"you guys are weebs (affectionate)." "worried you're gonna get replaced by mikasa?" "yes :("

dont replace the poor man with your aot pillow pls he will sob.

taglist! send an ask to be added.

nobody rn so sad lol

#stray kids #skz fic #stray kids fic #🌞 sunni #skz reactions #skz x reader #stray kids reactions #felix reaction #jeongin reaction #i.n reaction #seungmin reaction #han reaction #jisung reaction

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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a/n. requested by @elviransworld !! i hope you enjoy it and that it meets your expectations because i was a little confused if you wanted them both from dialogue etc so i did 68 for dialogue and 12 for action ^^

warnings. reader has a nightmare so it’s a bit angsty at the beginning :(

[ 1:49am ] tears pricked at your eyes as you were running away. the creepy guy was millimetres behind you, any minute his hand would grab your…

"y/n?"

you let out a scream and your body jolted upwards upon feeling a hand on your shoulder. the tears started streaming down your cheeks as you desperately tried to catch air into your lungs.

"please don’t hurt me" you sobbed, while body shaking.

"it’s me! it’s me! calm down, baby, please" felix’s warm voice sounded like he was standing behind a thick wall.

"felix?" you asked, opening your eyes. your boyfriend nodded, his messy hair sticking everywhere.

"it was a nightmare. i’m here now. can i hug you?" his voice was like honey, making your heart calm down after a bad dream.

"y-yes, please" your voice cracked as his arms wrapped around you, his hand at the back of your head.

"it’s alright. you’re with me, you’re safe" he hummed and you barely realised he laid down, along with you. his thumbs drew circles at the small of your back in a comforting motion. soon enough you calmed down, breathing more stable.

you fell asleep in felix’s warm and secure embrace. so did he, hugging you tightly.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @lhsng ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi

#skz #stray kids #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #felix #skz felix #lee youngbok #felix fluff #blue jisungs's ask game #felix reaction #felix scenarios #felix angst #stray kids reactions #skz requests #skz reactions #skz scenarios #skz soft hours

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jenli-leleesss · 2 years

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♡ ─ the boys snapping at their shy/timid friend

⌕ request

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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you’d be too timid and shy to stand up for yourself, and yet again, unconsciously letting someone take advantage of your seeming inability to set boundaries and say ‘no’ and it would frustrate bangchan immensely - on your behalf

in either case it was just the pent up anger or emotions that he was feeling that caused him to snap at you

it was just for a brief moment, bangchan is so good at controlling himself and his emotions, but the eventual out come for him is for those emotions to overflow and you just happened to be his emotional punching bag at that moment and he unintentionally let his emotional dam break for a split second

but the moment he realizes what happened from the look of surprise and unshed tears brimming in your eyes

he’s overwhelmed with guilt

he’d rush apologies at you, it would be quick and he’d explain that he just needs to take a moment to himself but would make it clear it has nothing to do with you

once he’s had a day to himself he’d reach out to you again, offering to take you out for your favorite dessert and drink at a near by cafe

he would give you a lengthier apology that includes what happened and why exactly he snapped at you, repeating “I'm so incredibly sorry” at least six times throughout your meet up

the following days after you two had made up, he’d be more attentive towards you, softer with you, almost as if you’ve grown fragile

he prides himself in looking out for you, being your voice since you’re so timid, almost a protector for you and so the fact he snapped at you eats at him and he just wants to make sure you understand how much you mean to him despite potential fights you two may have, they’ll never diminish your friendship

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would happen when he’s low on energy or hasn’t slept well and so he’s in a mood

he also, when frustrated, pissed or in a mood, often goes for the first sentence that’ll hurt you to get you to leave him alone and give him the space and quiet he wants - almost like a defense mechanism

when he snaps, he would realize he’s in the wrong at that same moment, but apologies don’t come easy for him

so he’d make a quick exit to get away from you before he says something more to hurt you

guilt is definitely there and eating away at him, but again, his pride and emotions get in the way of a quick apology, which kills him even more

two days later, he’s tentatively checking in with you, it’s awkward, but you can tell this “apology” thing is unfamiliar territory for him and he’s doing it in his own quirky way

he’d first check in to make sure you’re okay, then would reference the day he snapped at you, rushing out an adorably awkward apology

while also explaining what triggered him to snap, making sure you know his mood originally had nothing to do with you, you had done nothing wrong but be in the wrong place at the wrong time

this would be an eye opening moment for him to realize that he needs to better communicate so that you can be more aware of his moods and when to give him space

the idea that he had hurt you and remembering the look in your teary eyes too upsetting and so he’ll make sure to prevent that from now on

he’ll be slightly softer towards you for a couple days, even limiting his teasing until he’s sure you’re less shaken up

.˙ · ⁺ c h a n g b i n:

this is really hard to imagine BUT for the sake of writing something for changbin, let’s pretend

he wouldn't ever let himself lose control and go to say something really hurtful to you

he just couldn’t ever let himself do that, no matter how angry he gets, he just couldn’t do that to you

his voice raises, and his eyes do get cold, which is scary

the fact his voice raises is scary for you, being someone on the quieter side and more reserved, raised voices are a lot to handle

however, changbin is really good at staying in the present and so he’d quickly realize what he’d done and would snap out of it

he’d quickly apologize, his eyes softening as he steps towards you lifting his arms for a hug to show he’s not a threat or scary

bear hug you as he repeats apologies in hushed tones, promising he’s not really mad at you and didn’t mean to scare you

would suggest going out to get warm tasty snacks and drinks for you to make it up to you and move on

.˙ · ⁺ h y u n j i n:

again, so hard to imagine a time in which hyunjin would snap at you, but nonetheless,

when he does, it would be more of a curt, cold, short insult - he’s so good at being rude and coldhearted when he wants to it’s scary

almost as if he no longer has interest in being your friend anymore, which really fucking hurts

it would take a little time, or one of the members pointing out how cold and mean to you he was before he realized what he’d done

but you’d already excused yourself and was making your way home

he’d try texting you the next day to apologize, too shy to say it face to face just yet incase you were now pissed at him

but once apologies were given and accepted he’d lighten up again and offer to go out to an art gallery, your favorite cafe or bookstore with him

things would mend pretty quickly with hyunjin as he doesn’t like to dwell on the negative and so quickly you two would be just as you were before he had snapped at you

however, he’d keep an eye on you for the following couple of days after he snapped just to be sure you were really doing okay and not just putting up a front for him

because your comfort and emotional, physical and mental well being are all priority for him

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it would be a lot like bangchan in which the stress of his job builds up, but he doesn’t pay attention to that stress until it’s too late and its all built up and ready to overflow

he snaps at you from stress and exhaustion

however, unlike bangchan, jisung is too in his head and stressed to be able to apologize properly

he needs to take some time to cool off

once he’s been able to calm down and got some good rest, he reaches out to you to apologize

he’s so genuine and emotional when he does

because you’re like the sweetest person, and he adores you and the comfort you bring him and the fact he hurt you upsets him a lot

so he wants to talk it out, explain himself and make sure you understand how sorry he is, because words cannot express how much he regrets snapping at you

he’d try to mend things and would be really gentle and tentative towards you for the rest of the day

but quickly things would patch up and he’d be back to goofing around with you in typical jisung fashion

.˙ · ⁺ f e l i x:

it’s when he’s feeling pressured from fans, jyp or netizens and he’s not feeling good about himself

he doesn’t mean to, but when he’s already feeling pressured by others then you come and talk to him about your day, or something you saw on your way to visit him or talk to him about something that was bothering you, he just doesn’t have any more room to take that in, he feels overwhelmed and so he snaps

he doesn’t mean to and the guilt is instant

he knows what he did is unhealthy and not okay to do to you and the last thing he wants to do is make you feel the way he feels right now

and so he’d apologize and communicate with you that he just needs some time to himself, but he’d promise to call you soon so you two can talk about it

at the end of the week, after having some time for himself he’d call

it’d be a near two hour talk over the phone as he explains what was going on

he’d apologize again, and promise that he’d work on communicating with you when he’s not in a good headspace to you from now on

he’d then check in with you to make sure him snapping didn’t hurt you too much mentally

he’d do everything he can in his capacity to make it up to you if it did, but if not, and you were genuinely okay, he’d ask about your week and would want to hear all about it this time now that he feels he can take it all in this time

.˙ · ⁺ s e u n g m i n:

another that would be hard to imagine snapping at you

you’re already timid and a great listener and so your communication with seungmin is already great,

but, lets pretend he snaps

when he snaps its cold and more like he’s disappointed

and that’s unnerving and doesn’t sit well with you

he’d move on quickly after snapping at you, chatting with the members as if he didn’t just hurt you

he’d kinda give the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening

the following day would be the same, radio silence from seungmin, no text no call

but he’d eventually reach out on the third day asking to talk

he’d ask to meet up and grab a drink and sit in a secluded park to talk

there he’d explain what was going on with him that day, that he didn’t mean it and that he gave the cold shoulder because the guilt he felt didn’t feel good and he originally didn’t know how to deal with that

but he’d give a genuine apology and ask if you’re okay

afterwards he’d try to make things go back to normal, and eventually they would, but the following couple of days he’d be a little shy around you, still feeling guilty about snapping at you

.˙ · ⁺ j e o n g i n:

he has his days when his patience is a little lacking

so it would be one of those days

he’d raise his voice slightly and dish out a harsh phrase or two

usually it would be after one of the members had already pushed his buttons and so then you just put something in the wrong spot or tease him at the wrong time and he snaps

though the following seconds he snaps he feels disappointment in himself and feels incredibly bad for snapping

he would try to move on and kinda pretend it didn’t happen in hopes that you’ll forgive his more silent apology

if you did, he’d still apologize, just because the guilt is still eating at him, but it would be some time later when you two are coming to the end of your hang out and you’re getting ready to go home

if you didn’t forgive him and still seem upset he’d apologize right then and there

he’d explain that he didn’t mean to and would explain what had set him off to make sure you know it wasn’t all you

he’d try to make it up by inviting you over more to play games or to get bubble tea through out the week

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Birthday Surprise ~ Lee Felix

A sigh came from Felix as he moved around the dorm, his critical eye studying everything. His heart was racing as he tried to bring the finishing touches together, knowing that there was only a matter of minutes now until you’d be back, wanting for everything to be as perfect as possible.

“It looks good, don’t you think?” Changbin grinned as he threw his arm over Felix’s shoulders, “I think Y/N is going to absolutely love this.”

Felix nodded slowly, keeping his eyes looking around the place as the boys carried on busying themselves. “I’m starting to worry now that maybe the colours aren’t right for Y/N’s taste.”

“You can’t go wrong with a black and white theme,” Changbin assured Felix, encouraging him to smile and relax. “Y/N is going to have the best birthday ever thanks to this party.”

After spending the morning hiding his smile, Felix knew that he needed to pull out all of the stops for the evening. For your birthday this year he wanted to give you the ultimate surprise, deciding for once that he would surprise you rather than the other way around.

He could tell that you were upset as you left the dorm for work that morning, with no mention of your birthday at all. Your heart sunk thinking that Felix had forgotten, even as you asked if any cards had arrived for you, Felix pretended to be clueless.

“Y/N is going to adore it,” Jeongin grinned as he passed the two of them by, “just stop worrying, Y/N won’t like you doing that.”

“I don’t even feel this nervous when we’re onstage,” Felix weakly chuckled as the rest of the boys all stood around him too. “You guys should have seen her face this morning, I’ve never wanted to just wrap my arms around her so much in my life.”

Jisung offered him a reassuring smile as he stood in front of Felix, “all of that will be worth it when Y/N walks through that door and sees what you’ve organised for her. You’ve got all of her favourite things, and the presents that we’ve all brought her are things we know she’ll love, what could possibly go wrong?”

“A lot,” Felix sniggered, “don’t get me started on the things that we could mess up on.”

The boys all knew that the pressure of the party had weighed down on Felix for quite some time. Like him, they wanted to give you the best birthday possible which was why they’d put so much effort into organising your birthday party too.

“Take some deep breaths,” Seungmin suggested as Felix began to fluster again. “There is no way that Y/N will be able to stay mad at you for forgetting her birthday when she sees this.”

Felix’s head nodded as he glanced up at the clock, knowing that your shift had finished. By now he knew you’d be in your car and preparing to head home, feeling his heart race yet again as his eyes looked around the dorm.

“She’ll be on her way home now,” Felix told them all.

“Shall we start hiding?” Hyunjin asked as the boys all began to move around the dorm, making sure that everything was perfect. A couple of them moved behind the curtains, others behind the sofa, with Felix lingering with Chan by his side.

With Felix pacing, Chan rested a hand against his shoulder. “Things will be amazing,” he confidently told Felix, knowing there was no chance that you’d hate what he had done.

“I hope so,” Felix frowned back across at Chan, “I hope this is her best birthday yet.”

Chan continued to squeeze gently against Felix’s shoulder, “you always say how Y/N treats you incredibly on your birthday, this is your turn to do the same now.”

“Are you guys hiding?” Seungmin shouted out, noticing the two of them still stood in the middle of the room. “You’ll ruin the surprise hanging around there.”

After checking the room one final time, Felix hid behind the door to the kitchen with Chan by his side. It was an anxious wait for him as Felix anticipated the sound of your car pulling up, terrified too as to what sort of mood you’d be in after being forgotten that morning.

“I think I see her car,” Jeongin called out from behind the curtain, glancing down to the ground of the apartment block where a familiar car turned in.

Everyone fell silent, making sure that they were as well hidden as possible in their various spots. Time seemed to stand still as they waited, eventually hearing the buttons outside being pressed.

You were irritated to say the least as you pressed the passcode to the dorm in, not wanting an evening of being forgotten. A sigh came from you as the door opened, glancing around expectantly as you noticed the place in darkness, no sign of life around.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” A chorus of voices suddenly called out as you closed the apartment door behind you. Your figure jumped as the lights came on, looking around in awe as you noticed decorations everywhere, with a stack of gifts on the table.

“What’s this?” You laughed as the boys all jumped out from their hiding spots.

What was set up seemed to have Felix’s name written all over it, your irritation disappearing in the blink of an eye. You couldn’t quite get your head around what it was that he had done, smirking as you took it all in before looking around at each of the boys and the excited smiles that were on their faces.

The last eyes you met were Felix’s as he walked towards you, opening his arms out for you to walk into. “What do you think?” He smiled, holding around your waist as a chuckle of disbelief came from you.

“How did you manage to keep this from me?”

“It’s been difficult,” he laughed, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “There were a few moments when I thought that someone might spill.”

“Is this why you didn’t say anything this morning? You wanted to surprise me?” You asked him, the antics of that morning starting to make more sense.

It was tough for Felix, but somehow he managed to keep the act up. It sucked, and he felt guiltier than he ever had done before, but it was worth it to stun you like he had.

“I’m sorry for making you think I’d forgotten,” Felix smiled back at you.

Your head shook as he spoke, despite how angry you were this morning, you couldn’t help but smile now, taken aback by the effort that Felix and the rest of the boys had gone to.

“This is just incredible,” you told him, resting your hand against his chest. “I don’t know how you managed this or how much effort you had to put into this, but no one’s ever done something like this for my birthday before.”

“We wanted to make it special,” Chan grinned as he walked over to you, “because you always go above and beyond for our birthdays Y/N.”

Your head kept shaking as the boys all nodded in agreement with Chan. “You guys are too good, I’m so lucky to get to call you my friends.”

“And me?” Felix sniggered, not wanting the attention to stay with the boys for too long, pointing at himself.

Your eyes rolled at the smirk that was on his face, “I’m the luckiest person in the world to get to call you my boyfriend,” you told him, “and you’re the best boyfriend for arranging something as incredible as this too.”

“That’s more like it,” he laughed back at you.

“Honestly, it’s the best surprise ever.”

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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maybe, i like you

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

pairing: bsf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: none?

©daaawnnn

reblogs are appreciated!

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astraystayyh · 4 months

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the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)

“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.

“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”

“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.

“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).

“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”

“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”

“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.

“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.

“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.

“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.

“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.

it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.

“felix,” you rasp out his name.

he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”

“you're an idiot.”

“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.

“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”

“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”

“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”

“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.

“i promise.”

you believe him.

“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”

“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”

you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”

to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.

#woah i missed silly little drabbles #this is my new serotonin booster #i dedicate this to my xi #and my anny #enjoy #felix fluff #felix x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz fanfic

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feelbokkie · 11 months

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Random texts with bf!Felix 2

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: random text with your boyfriend Felix (texts are from pinterest)

pairing: felix x reader

warnings: none

word count: n/a

screenshot count: 6

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buggachat · 1 month

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yes the peacock miraculous obviously needs to be felix's and is extremely significant to him and there's so much poetry about the fact that he is the holder of the very miraculous that created him and him being the holder of it is deeply entrenched into the plot. HOWEVER.

sometimes i miss the cat!adrien vs dog!felix dynamic. because it was really fucking funny

#also like. if you listed out the personalities of adrien and felix to an unbiased third party #and asked them to assign one as dog and the other as cat #it would absolutely be dog!adrien and cat!felix. right? like it would.#adrien is like a little golden retriever who follows you around. felix knocks shit off your counters just to get a reaction out of you.#but no. cat!adrien dog!felix. like what the fuck is up with that. bring it back it was so weird #ladybug: aw darn :/ i gave the dog miraculous to the cat-coded guy by accident! i meant to give it to adrien. HE'S the dog guy #chat noir: excuse me?#also the fact they were fucking pet-coded?????? AND THEYRE SENTIMONSTERS??? FUCKED UP TBH. BRING IT BACK

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kangaracha · 16 days

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CATSKIN for @feelbokkie

prompt felix + twisted fairytale (catskin)

TW for blood, minor character death, mentions of sexual assault, medieval type violence

word count 4444

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When first you meet, it is like two stars colliding - like the sun and the moon dancing around each other in the sky, and love at first sight is a dream for foolish, insipid children and you know that to be true, but...

Maybe in this moment, you forget. Maybe you see his face, warm against the cold ice of the cape that falls over his shoulder, or maybe you watch the soft curve of his mouth as he laughs at something his brother says, standing so subtly apart from the crowd that no one notices they are there. Maybe your eyes meet across the room, sun-warmed brown to striking blue, and time stills and the dance stops and your heart thinks that here and now, nothing else could matter but the taste of his name on your tongue and knowing what his hand would feel like in yours.

But this isn't real. The ballroom is crowded, and he is a familiar face you have never met, and you are a stranger with the moon draped over your shoulders for the night. The band strikes up a dance, a lively rhythm that swings fast and slow, and you are swept into the rush of the current, your feet moving in a pattern that they know from heart. Your hands are still stained with coal; you take every suitor's hand palm-down, hiding the black stains that won't quite scrub from already-dark skin, and you waltz without meaning until pale, slender fingers take yours and hold them tight, tugging you from the dance before you can be passed on to the next partner in line.

"Wha-" you begin, and then you look up into the eyes you've dreamed of for days and months and years and forget what you were going to say at all.

"Sorry," he says, and drops your hand with all the haste you'd expect someone like him to once he looked close enough to see the lie shivering beneath your skin. "I just wanted to know your name, before I lost you in the crowd."

Love at first sight is a story mothers tell to put their children to sleep at night, and you have lost all your senses because in that moment, your mouth opens as if to answer him.

"There you are," a voice says behind you, too sweet to be any you know; and an arm loops through yours, and here is Hyunjin suddenly, jewels dripping from his brow and a fire burning in the back of his eye where only you know what it is for. "It's so like you to wander off. Come on; our friends are looking for us."

"Before you go-" says the mouth you'd seen laughing from across the hall, the prince it belongs to reaching out a hand - but you are already gone sliding away through the crowd that fills his ballroom from wall to wall with more dazzling finery than you've ever seen in your life.

"That was close," Hyunjin breathes in your ear, and there is the voice that you recognise, liquid fire and undertones of dark shadow. "You're supposed to avoid him, you know."

"I know," you mutter and allow yourself to be swept away, all thoughts of love and the sun and the electric feeling that had jumped from his hand to yours swept to the side.

II.

The king likes the ballroom to be full and the people to be colourful, and he likes the crowd to be lively.

The wine flows freely for the last day of the summer, the lords and ladies stripped of their cautious humours and careful tongues. Their laughter is raucous as you slip out into the garden, the sun pulled over your shoulders in lengths of fine silk that cut away the cold wind that bites at your exposed skin. Already, the trees have begun to turn and the grass is wet with the season's rain; you stand in the centre of an autumn scene and watch the leaves flutter and fall, the light of the lanterns glittering from your skirts and the swirl of beading across your breast, woven from the finest gold.

"It's you," says the man beneath the tree; and when he steps out into the light, dressed again in pure white, you forget to pretend that you hadn't seen him, or that you'd simply come out here to breathe in air that wasn't stifled by the laughs of a thousand other people. "I was looking for you, you know."

"Were you?" you ask with the curve of a smile, your tongue loosened by the quiet of the cooling night and the seclusion of the garden. "Or could you just not find someone to dance with?"

You'd seen him earlier, standing at the edge of that floor. Gently turning away the hands of countless maidens in gowns that dripped in jewels under the guise of speaking to his brothers, searching the crowd with his eyes at every moment he thought that eyes weren't watching him. The guilty smile that plays on his face says that he knows exactly what you are thinking of; the step that he takes within your reach says that he isn't going to hide it. "Maybe I was waiting for the right person," he says, and then his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment, his eyes sliding momentarily away from yours.

"You'll waste your entire night if you think like that," you tell him lightly, and then you glance over your shoulder at the doors to the ballroom - to give him a moment to himself, you tell yourself, and pretend that it wasn't because you thought you felt the creep of Hyunjin's watchful gaze over the back of your neck. There is no one at the door though, no one watching through the backs that are turned to the glass. Only he can see you here, the sun standing in the middle of the night's darkness.

"I never got to ask your name the last time I saw you," he says; and with a start that jolts up your spine like electricity, you turn back to him.

"I never got to ask yours either," you say, in lieu of the answer that you cannot give him. Never mind the danger of him recognising you too closely after this night - if he mentioned to Hyunjin the name of a girl he'd met in the garden, if Hyunjin knew what you were doing between the tasks you'd been given...

"Everyone knows mine," he scoffs; not because he thinks so highly of himself, but in the reluctant acceptance of someone who had never known a moment of privacy. "You can't have come to the woodlands knowing so little."

"And what if I didn't?" you question, playing along on this string of a conversation rather than letting him turn it back around to the question he'd really tried to ask. "What if I'd simply come here to enjoy the night, and seen a man across the room that I thought I'd like to know?"

His smile grows wider, his eyes softening. You like the way that smile looks on him. "Then I'd tell you my name is Felix," he tells you. "And I'd probably ask you to dance before we met like this, out here in the garden where no one is looking. And it probably wouldn't be such a scandal if we were seen either."

"That doesn't sound like as much fun though," you say. "Isn't it much more interesting to meet like this, than to have it all planned out?"

"Are you someone that likes trouble?" he asks, head tilted to the side in question; and the words seem cautious, probing, but he draws in closer again anyway, enough that his hand can brush yours in the folds of your dress.

"Maybe I am," you tease, your heart fluttering and jumping around in your chest like a nervous rabbit. "Aren't you?"

"I think I could be," he says, and his hand brushing your chin is followed by his lips brushing yours; and it is only a question, a stepping across boundaries that promises to rescind immediately if you push him away, but love at first sight is a dream and you think maybe, in another life, you might have been a terribly indulgent dreamer.

You kiss him with all the certainty that had driven you to this point, this garden and this night and this man, and his lips are soft and he smiles too much, and his hands are hesitant to wander, but you've already tried hot, heady passion and men who take what they want. Soft is new, and questioning sends a shiver down your spine, and you think this is a better man.

And then you stop because you remember, but you play it off as the toll of the bell startling you from a daydream. "I have to go," you say, which is true, and then, "I hope you find someone to dance with tonight," which is not.

"Will I see you again?" he asks; and it's notable, you think, that he doesn't reach out of try to stop you. That he accepts on face value that you are telling the truth and that, even though his eyes say they want you to stay, his mouth would be rude to ask.

"Maybe," you say, the word drawn out like honey dripping long and slow from your tongue. "If you have another ball."

He laughs, his eyes squeezing closed with the pain of it. When they open again, you make sure you are gone from his sight.

You're pretty sure you dropped something like your heart there in the courtyard, but you don't dare to go and get it back. Not yet.

III.

You're cutting through fine hallways of tapestry and stone from the garden, your basket filled with vegetables and your face streaked in dirt. You aren't supposed to be here - a scullery maid shhould be in the dark spaces between the walls, scurrying up and down steep and spiralling stairs, but you're late and the cook is a stone-faced woman with a tongue made for lashing, and you hadn't thought-

The prince stops to look at you, confusion furrowing in his brow as he stares at your face. Recognition; except that today you are hiding under the brown of the dirt and the mantle of wild fur, cobbled together from the backs of many animals but none so fine as te ermine that lines his coat.

Your heart sinks even as it pounds in alarm at the thought of him finding out what you are and where you've come from. It is a disaster if it happens, surely, but at the same time - maybe you'd tricked yourself into thinking that he remembered you the same way you did him. Or maybe he had tricked you, with the way he'd so quietly given you his name in the garden, the earnesty with which he'd nearly asked you to stay.

"Your highness?" Hyunjin asks at his shoulder, dressed all in his own princely regalia, and Felix turns away. And for a moment you hate Hyunjin, as you slip to the side of the hall where your feet should be, out of the way; because how could he be so beautiful, and so detached and so true to his beliefs that he could play the prince, and you are so suited to fur and treachery that you stand here a maid?

"Sorry," Felix says, to Hyunjin and not to you, and pretends to move on. You can see his eyes flick back again as he leaves though, trying one last time to see past the furs and the dirt, to place where he has seen you before.

You can see Hyunjin's too, piercing when they look directly at you. Warning, that you are overcomplicating things. That this is all about to be a mess, and you are no longer prepared for it.

Your ire rises again. You know what has to happen, and what he will do to facilitate it, and you know your own roll. You know it all has to end. Who is he, to think you can't carry through on a promise? Who is he to doubt you?

IV.

The final coat is made of feathers plucked from the birds of the sea cliffs, tawny brown and ochre and cream. Hidden in the tunnels of the castle, Hyunjin tucks a sprig of samphire into the curl of your hair, picked from the edge of the world before you had left and wrapped carefully in paper made for preserving these kinds of things. A piece of home, brushing up against your ear every time you turn; a signal to those that you have let in the back door that you are a friend, in case you are caught in the havoc.

"What happened to your hands?" he asks as he steps back to look at you, his own lifting your wrists so that he can see the black marks on your fingers.

"There was grease on the gate lock, to stop it sticking," you reply. "It doesn't wash off like blood does."

He drops your hands just as fast as he'd picked them up, his eyes scanning the feathers again. As if it was this coat that you'd worn when you'd taken a knife to the man at the gate, as if he would find evidence of the blood on your hands smeared across the vanes if he only turns you this way and that. Silly of him, really - the edge of the fur coat was the one that bared the stains. The fur was made for the work of the hands. The feathers were only sent as a signal, a draw of the eyes, dropping in the path of your feet as you walk towards the ballroom.

"Stay away from the prince," Hyunjin warns you, his attention turning in the direction of his own path to the party. "He's looking for a particular girl that he saw last time. He'll have eyes everywhere."

"Not on the ground though," you answer, shaking out the coat and watching a feather of mottled brown drift to the floor. You ignore the way that your stomach dips at the mention of a girl. You neglect to mention that the girl he's looking for might be you, and the rouge brushed across your cheeks and the glitter of gold on your eyelids will only draw his eyes.

You should have worn the dirt and hidden in the shadows, but that's not how they had prophesised it. The witches had whispered of a feather coat and a dress made of the sun and a moonlight shawl, and you'd been the one foolish enough to wear them, and no one in those rooms had been able to resist the magic of them, least of all the prince.

"Time to go," Hyunjin says as the bell tolls seven, and with one last look between you, you turn your seperate ways.

You don't know where his heart resides, but you know that yours is in your throat. You hope that he survives the night. You hope that whatever he came here for is worth what it is going to cost.

At the moment the ballroom bursts open, the black soldiers streaming in from every entrance, you are looking at the prince.

You hadn't meant to. You had taken Hyunjin's advice, as much as it grated at you to do it, and you had avoided him, skirting around the edges of the room while he searched in all the wrong places for you, dropping your feathers where the feathers wanted to fall and hiding in crowds of garish colour that sniffed and sneered at your coat of soft brown; but even though you don't wear the sun or the moon, you still orbit around him and him around you when you are in this room, and to stay away from him was-

Impossible, in the moment when you turn and there he is, right on your tail like the hunters following the birds to their nests in the cliffs, willing to jump from the rocks just to collect the eggs that might hide below. Except that he wasn't here to steal from you, or to catch you in his hands and tame you - he only thinks that you are beautiful, or that he could love you if only you gave him a chance.

And then the feathers ruffle and shift in the breeze, and the doors open, and the room fills with the men of the sea, axes and knives glinting in their hands and white teeth snarling within their faces.

Eerie silence falls as the room stutters to a halt, the shiny, red-faced aristocrats turning to stare at the army that have entered their sanctuary. The first one falls by the main entrance, his wine arcing through the air as he tumbles to the ground under the sharp blade of an axe; and then they scream, and they move in every direction, and in the maelstrom of silk and chiffon and eyes of horror you lose sight of the prince.

Slipping across the room is like fighting upstream against a raging river, ducking between bodies and around blades that don't have time to see the samphire behind your ear. You fade away into the one hallway you hadn't marked with a feather, disappearing into the black of the walls and the twisting tunnel down to the kitchens where just moments ago maids had scurried out to deliver the feast, and your heart breaks at the red-suited body that tumbles in on your heels, the eyes of a man in armour of beaten iron that take in your feathers and your face and turn away, back to the bloodbath, but you can't go back. You can't save him.

And then a gutteral cry echoes down the tunnel, and a body blocks the light that flickers from its entrance, and there he is, your prince. His eyes are scared and his mouth open as he gasps for breath, the little knife he'd used on your countryman held in a white-knuckle grip in front of him as if he thinks he might need it again at any time. Blood splatters the front of his snow-white coat, tarnishing the pearls and sinking into every fibre of the cotton and wool that holds it together.

"It's you," he gasps between breaths, the words reverberating from the stone walls. "I found you."

"You-" you begin to say, but the words are lost in the storm of thoughts that cloud your mind, the race of scenarios that you can imagine coming from this unfateful meeting, this turn in the story that was never anticipated. Every step has been told to you up until now - the coats, and the feathers, and the rush of men into the ballroom that leads to the fall of a kingdom - but no one said a word about this. About him, the prince, the hands that now cup your heart to their chest, and the knives at his back as he stands there, just one step shallow of safety.

You think too much about what has happened and what could happen next, but you don't think at all when you reach out and grab him, dragging him down the tunnel and into the darkness, where only sporadic lanterns burn to guide the way. Around this corner and then that, down a staircase so steep that countless girls have broken their necks tripping on its uneven stones, into the warmth and light of the kitchen, where the smell of the pig roasting over the fire fills the air and the stack of pots waiting for you to wash them later in the night teeters towards the ceiling, stacked in one corner by several pairs of careless hands.

No one is here. They'd timed it deliberately for the arrival of the feast, when the attendants of the ball would all reconvene from the corners of the palace to the ballroom to fill their already ample stomachs. Incidentally, this meant that the kitchen staff were all in attendance too, arranging dishes under the watchful eye of the cook, which meant that when you tried to hide a prince in the kitchen-

"Wait," he says, dragging back against your hold on his arm. "Wait, I know a way out of the castle. I can take you where it's-"

"No," you cut across him before he can finish, and you tug at him again, dragging him step by step towards the maid's quarters. "They're in the hidden tunnels too. There's no way out."

He's so surprised that he forgets to resist you, his body going slack with his jaw and his feet following you across the room. "How do you know that?" he asks.

You don't dare to look back at him as you enter the room you share with the other girls, as you open the little chest-of-drawers that holds everything you brought with you (but not everything you own) and you pull out the clothes you wear day-to-day - grey trousers and a cream shirt slowly staining brown, and the coat of a thousand furs, its edges stained with fresh blood. "Put these on," you order him, shoving them into his arms without looking him in the eye, and then you turn your back.

"I wouldn't punish you for pretending to be from the court," he says to your back as he changes, the white jacket thrown to the dusty floor and then his shirt and breeches. "Or for knowing whatever you know. You saved my life." His boots are too nice to be a servant's, but yours won't fit him; you reach for Alice's old pair while he is busy, set neatly at the foot of her bed, and hand them to him when he is done, picking up the clothes he has discarded instead.

You saved my life too, you should say of the man he had killed, to keep up the illusion, but the lie seems wan in the face of the truth you are going to have to admit to him by the end of the night. You stalk past him instead, headed to the fire with the truth and the lies still sitting sour on your tongue.

The shirt and pants burn easily, the leather of the boots slow to sink between the logs that fuel the flame. You hesitate a moment before throwing the coat in after them, eyeing its precious pearls and hand-woven patterns of leaves and swirls. A silver brooch pinned to the lapel catches your eye; your thumb runs over it, feeling the careful details its maker has pressed together and the chips of diamond that embed its surface.

"That was my mother's," Felix says behind you, a certain grief hidden in the stiffness of his voice. "But you can burn it if you have to."

"I don't have to," you reply, and you work it free of the fabric with delicate and practised fingers. The coat feeds the flame; the brooch pins onto your dress, just above your heart.

"Pretend to be a servant," you say as you turn to look at him. Your hands reach out to fix his coat, to smear the soot from the fireplace into his golden curls and down his cheeks. "I can't keep you alive if you're a prince, but if you're just a boy from the kitchens-"

His hands catch yours as they slip from his face, the ash that clings to your skin staining his as he grips them tight. "Who are you?" he questions. "What have you done?"

Tight-lipped, ashen-faced, you look up into his eyes - pale blue to forest brown, liar to honest truth. "I'm the feathercoat," you say, as if he will understand the words of a fable that people only whisper over the sea cliffs and the raging storms of the ocean. "I'm the one that brings the woodlands to their knees. I'm-"

Your voice chokes in your throat, your fingers growing numb from the force of his grip on your hands. There's a knife still tucked into his waistband - there's a knife behind him, stuck by its tip into the surface of the cutting board. You only have your feathers, and the excuses that stack up in the back of your throat; that the witches told us it would be so, or your land is the only gift my father will accept in place of a marriage to that man, or haven't you seen the way your father encroaches on our cliffs? Haven't you seen the way your farms destroy our hills and valleys and pollute our river? But those are all reasons that blame someone else, and you are the one that stands here, and the grease from the gate stains your fingers, not theirs-

"I loved you," he says, and he lets go of you like he has been burned. "I saw you across the room, and I thought no one could be so beautiful, and you can't even tell me the truth when-"

A shout echoes down the hall you'd escaped from, the rattle of armour and the thunder of heavy boots against the floor. "Wait," you say to him, a hand suspended in the air between you. You're afraid to touch him, when he could reach for that knife - when he deserves to see your blood run, for what you have done - but you can't let him run to his death all the same. "Wait until we live, and then I'll tell you, and then you can kill me. But wait. Take my hand and wait."

He hesitates, his eyes wary like he doesn't believe you, but the man on the stairs shouts again, calling for someone to follow him, and the fear shoots right into his heart and his hand slides into yours, his pulse fast but his fingers cold.

"I don't want to kill you," he says, like a promise you can't believe he will keep. "Just keep me alive, and when the sun comes up, tell me everything. Please. I don't have any reason to kill you if everyone here is already dead."

"I will," you reply, and this is a promise that will be kept, whether or not he reaches for the knife when the light of the dawn comes. "I love you too, you know. I didn't mean to hurt you."

And yet, you have. And yet, the guilt and the feathers eat you alive.

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