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lxverss · 10 months

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♡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟᴜꜱᴛ | hhj

✰ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: softdom!hyunjin x afab reader

✰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, fluff, fwb, non-idol au, a bit of angst (?)

✰ ᴡᴄ: 1.4k

✰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, ass grabbing/smacking, swearing, reader calls hyunjin daddy, use of pet names, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), I think that's all but lmk if I missed anything!

✰ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: hyunjin was falling in love with you, his friends ex but also his fuckbuddy. He knew he shouldn't, but the more he tried to resist the more he gave in. Until he couldn't take it anymore and blabbered his feelings to you after having sex one night, thinking you were asleep.

From this req ! | minors/ageless blogs dni.

[12:47 AM] — You were finishing up some assignments that were due in a week. Barely being able to keep your eyes open, you tiredly typed away on your laptop. Suddenly your phone rang up and it read 'hyunjin' on the screen. What the fuck could he possibly want at this hour? You had no idea. Sighing, you decided to pick up anyway— knowing he'd throw a fit the next morning if you didn't. "Come over.", He said right as you answered. "What the fuck? At this hour?" You said, visibly annoyed. "Please. I need you so bad", fuck. He knew very well you wouldn't be able to say no at that and you heard the very obvious desperation laced in his voice.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me, hwang." You said, picking up your keys and putting on a coat— already making your way to your front door. He only chuckled softly and you could practically feel the cocky smirk from here. "See you there, sweetheart" he said before hanging up. That fucker made it so hard not to fall for him.

As you begin to arrive at his apartment, you start to feel anxious. For what reason, you don't know. You begin approaching his door, hesitant to ring the bell.

'ding dong'

You heard quiet footsteps and after a few minutes the door clicked open. As soon as he saw you, he pulled you in for an embrace. You yelped in surprise, your heart almost jumping out of your chest. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I missed you" he muttered quietly, his hands rubbing your lower back. You stayed still, not speaking a word. It's probably out of lust, you thought to yourself. He slowly pulled away from you, taking your face in his hands. He then pulled you in for a chaste kiss, and it grew hotter by the second. You reached up his back to the back of his neck and he grabbed your ass with both hands, picking you up and stumbling back a little.

He closed the door behind you then pressed your back against it, dick growing harder by the second. You grind your hips against his, wanting to feel more of him, which earned you a few grunts and moans into the kiss as he rutted against your hips like an animal in heat. The kiss growing messier by the second, your hands gripping his biceps for support. He started taking you towards his bedroom but still not breaking the kiss. He put you down on his bed and broke the kiss finally, locking eyes with yours.

His eyes were cloudy and full of lust as he stared into yours for what felt like forever. You grabbed his face, then leaned into him for another kiss. It was slower and more passionate this time. He then pulled away a second time to pull off his shirt, leaving his torso completely bare. His pants hung low on his waist and you could see a very thick bulge on his crotch, your mouth watering at the sight.

He walked closer to you, pushing you onto the bed. He put a few pillows against the headboard to lay you there and went right back to kissing you all over. You grabbed his biceps pulling him closer, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible. "Please hyunjin, need you", you whined while pouting against his mouth. "Beg properly" he said in a stern voice and a piercing gaze, making you shiver.

"please daddy!" You whimpered, burying your face into his shoulder. He chuckled, "please what, doll?",

"t-touch me plea— AHH!" he cut you off by manhandling you to lay on your stomach. He pulled you up by your waist so you were on your knees. "Just where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?",

"just touch me, please daddy— nghh!", he cut you off by pressing his naked chest to your back, grinding his cock into your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck, yeah! Mmh, right there daddy— hah!", You managed to muffle out with your face mushed into the pillow. He stopped grinding only to remove your shorts and underwear along with his boxers. He found your wet slit gushing with arousal, turning him on to the max. Hyunjin put two fingers on your slit, then dragged them up slowly gathering up your arousal and spreading it on your clit. He then took his fingers and put them into his mouth, moaning contently at your taste. He then grabbed, smacked and played with your ass cheeks, even spreading some of your arousal on it.

You wiggled your hips, desperate for some attention. "D-daddy... Need you..." You mumbled into the pillow, making him smirk in amusement. "Yeah? Aw, my needy baby", he kissed your back as he softly caressed your ass. He aligned his cock with your entrance, spreading your arousal around with his tip. You hummed in response, satisfied to finally get what you want.

He starts off slow, keeping a normal pace while he kissed your neck and shoulders, letting a few soft moans escape. He started getting faster and rougher as he started to get more desperate, clawing at your hips, pulling your hair to turn you around just to sloppily make out with you. His moans started turning into deep grunts, as he relentlessly pounded into your tight hole. You were clenching him impossibly tight which just made him go even rougher. You were practically screaming at that point, already having orgasmed once but hyunjin didn't seem to notice.

He was way too busy chasing his own release. "PLEASE! DADDY, TOO MUCH— NGH!", "you're gonna take— what I fucking give you, doll" he said in between huffs, grabbing your hips to stabilize you because your legs practically gave up. He turned you around so you were laying on your back, only having pulled out for a brief second. As quickly as he pulled out, he slammed back in mercilessly, grabbing one of your legs to put it on his shoulder for a better angle. And fuck, did this feel better than before. His new angle making sure he hits that sweet spot inside you everytime.

You came to your third orgasm that night, hyunjin cumming shortly after. He pulled out and fell right next to you on bed, aggressively huffing. "That was fucking amazing", he said as he finally caught his breath. "Yeah.." you said, coming down from your high. You got up to grab your clothes, but hyunjin grabbed your forearm and pulled you in a loving embrace. "Stay the night" he mumbled softly into your hair, not wanting you to leave his presence just yet. He never wanted you to leave his presence, to be quite frank. You were about to protest when he pulled you in tighter and mumbled a soft please into your hair.

You sighed, giving up because you knew you couldn't win against him. Not when he had you wrapped around his finger. You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your face into his chest and drifting off to sleep. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, he mumbled a soft "i love you", into your hair thinking you were asleep. Your eyes shot open but you still pretended to be asleep. "I can't fucking live without you y/n, I want you to be mine and it's so frustrating to see you so distant from me... Almost as if you're only in it to fuck." He said the last part in a soft whisper, but you still heard him. Clearly at that.

"hyunjin.. I love you too", you said in a hoarse voice and hyunjin jolted away from you at that. "You were awake?!" He nearly yelled, making you erupt into a fit of laughter. "Wait, say that again.. you love me?", He said, still very shocked and maybe a little very embarrassed. "Well.. you make it hard for me not to fall for you, hyunjin", you said as you stroked his cheek, locking eyes with him. He pulled you in for another tight hug, burying his face into your hair in embarrassment. But you still felt him smiling.

"Let's talk about this in the morning, pretty" he muttered softly, stroking your back. You hummed in response as sleep slowly took over fhe both of you.

A/N: whew, finally done with this one. Thank you dear anon, I had a lot of fun writing this as my first request! I hope I did your idea justice 🤞

please reblog if you enjoyed reading this <33 feedback is much appreciated!

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hueningoo-archive · 1 year

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WORK OF ART.

★☆ : hyunjin x reader , fluff , short drabble , watching him paint

hwang hyunjin sits at his desk and he holds the paint brush, his brush dancing along the paper. watching him paint was always calming and comforting with the sounds of music swirling around the room and the smell of a chant for the nymph- hyunjins favorite perfume at the moment.

his face quirks into a unsure expression, his eyebrows furrowing together as he pulls his paint brush back from the page.

"does this look good to you?" he holds up the paper to show you, its a painting of red roses- of course it is, he loves painting red roses, theyre his favorite flower.

you get up from your chair to take a closer look at the painting and you couldnt help but crack a smile at his talent.

"hyunjin it looks great!" you smile at him, and he smiles back, thanking you for your compliment. you then point something out, "i think you should add more details here though," you point to one of the petals, "compared to the rest of the petals, this one kinda has a little less detail." you say, giving him some constructive criticism on his art. you know hes always taken a fancy to constructive criticism to improve his art- he always wants to be better than yesterday.

he hummed. "i think youre right." he picked up the paintbrush, dipped it in some dark red paint and stroked the brush along the paper, adding small, but noticeable details. his painting technique was really out of this world.

you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck as he painted and decorated the page. you watched as his hands dance with the brush, you listened to him humming a tune, and you took in the scent of his perfume.

"mmm.. i think im done." he pulled back, showing the paper off to you. "looks great, jin!" you smile and pat his shoulder as a way to show your affection. he smiled and pulled his phone out, snapping a picture of the painting and sending it to his fans on bubble. he quickly put his phone down, looking back up at you.

"so can i paint you now?" he asked

"paint me? for the 50th time?" you giggled, "sure, jin."

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xxstraykidsaikoxx · 3 months

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ᴋɪss ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ || ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ (sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs) x ɴɪɴᴛʜ ғ!ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ

We travel back in time! A time in where two secret lovers were forced to hide their love for one another, but what happens when they perform what is seen as a 'seductive' performance together? While also being in the midst of a disagreement?

ෆ contents - long fic, fluff, secret relationship, light argument, some cursing, happy ending, song fic? (if you squint)

ෆ word count - 1,354

ෆ note - i may have went a little overboard on this one due to hyun being my bias 😅 this one's a long one so i hope you enioy! ♡

"Maybe if you'd listen to me, this wouldn't have happened!" came the remark of a certain fiery maknae. The receiver just rolled his eyes, "If I listened to you I'd be in bigger shit than I am right now!" He fired right back at her. Despite the venom the pair spat at each other, Aiko and Hyunjin did truly love each other, they were just.. having a very loud discussion. So what got them into said discussion? A paint brush. Aiko had got live on YouTube for a bit, after making sure any and all hints of her budding relationship with the tall ferret was concealed to the world. She just forgot one thing, the very used and worn down paint brush that Hyun always uses for his paintings that could rival those of Picasso himself. Hawkeyed STAYs obviously noticed and even more rumours of the two being romantically involved with eachother resurfaced. These rumors were true, but the public couldn't know that, no one but the group could know.

"Whatever, I'm honestly glad they saw it! I'm tired of being so secretive, other idols have gone public about they're relationship! Why can't we?" Aiko challenged, "Because you're under enough hate as it is! Going public would just make things worse for both you and me, the group as well!" Hyunjin wasn't wrong, if they were to go public, Aiko's hate would increase, since even being rumored to be dating the heartthrob of the group made her the recipient of the most vile of comments. "I'm not scared of them! You don't need to worry so much, It's nothing I'm not used to any ways!" Aiko rolled her eyes, she was beginning to get sick of this conversation. "Why are you like this?! You never care about yourself and that hurts me! It's almost as if you do it on purpose! I care about you alot, Aiko, and it hurts to see you so- so comfortable with being hated and harassed so much!" Hyunjin finally snapped. He made way for the door, "Let me know when you finally pull your head out of your ass and think of how your actions have an effect on those who love you." He walked out, almost slamming the door due to how strong his feelings were. Aiko was left stunned in place, of course she'd seen Hyun get over emotional, but never that much. She was broken out of her thoughts by her phone vibrating on the table next to her. She picked it up and read the text from her manager, it was time to prepare for the next performance scheduled for Stray Kids.

Aiko wiped her face, she needed to get her mind straight. She walked out of the room and out of the building, passing a very pissed off Hyunjin on the way out. He wasn't actually mad at her, he loved her more than she knew, he was just mad that she held almost no regard for her own health and well-being, and how she didn't even consider how he'd feel if she someday fell apart and stopped fighting.

A few weeks had passed since they're argument. They decided to spend some time away from one another, to avoid further animosity between them. This cold war didn't go unnoticed, the other members had definitely noticed how the lovebirds hadn't exactly been love birding lately. Chan not liking his members to be this distant with each other sat them down and talked it out with them, which helped them at least forgive one another, but they still weren't 'back to normal'. The next stage for the MANIAC tour was approaching and Chan had had an idea, one Aiko and Hyunjin might both enjoy. "A dance cover?" Aiko asked, looking up from her phone, "Yeah! We think it'll be a neat idea! Plus STAYs will love it!" Chan knew Aiko would do anything if it meant that her beloved STAYs would be happy, "Fine, but in the middle of a tour is kinda weird, oppa.." Her tone was accusing but Chan had already walked out of hearing distance.

Aiko sat in the middle of the practice room scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Chan had apparently asked for the members to gather in the practice room for their apparent "dance cover" for a song she wasn't aware of yet. What was even more suspicious was that Chan asked to meet in the smaller practice room rather than their regular room for some reason. Ai trusted Chan but she was really starting to question his intentions- "Hyunjin?!-" Her thinking was interrupted by her tall petty ferret, who she still was being icy to, walked in. "I knew he sounded suspicious.." Groaned Hyunjin, Chan had told him the same things he told Aiko, except he had told him the song choice for this dance cover. Blackpink's collab with Dua Lipa titled 'Kiss and Makeup." That was when he started to raise suspensions. As the petty pair sat on opposite ends of the dande room waiting for the other members, it was becoming abundantly clear of what Chan's intentions were.. to try and reconcile the two through a dance cover. How creative. It was when Minho sent Aiko the specific choreography for the cover when the maknae had just about enough of this reconnection tactic. Towards the ending of the song, when the final chorus begins, Aiko and Hyunjin are supposed to do a body roll off eachother (like jenlisa at 2023 coachella).

The two dancers had done the rest of the choreo flawlessly, but when it came to that final piece of moves, it was a little hard to digest. For starters, neither of them were used to 'spicy' dances, and they weren't done being petty towards eachother.

"Touch me like you touch nobody, put your hands all up on me-" "Hyunjin come on! We've been stuck on this move for a week now!" "Well it's not all my fault you know! You haven't exactly been all that into either!" Aiko groaned and walked to turn off the music, they clearly needed a break. What she didn't see was the look of longing Hyunjin gave her. He hated their situation, and all he wanted to do was hug and say that he forgave her. "Aiko, we should talk." Ai was surprised, he hardly ever called her by her full name, so she could tell he was serious, "About what?" She questioned back, "About everything, about us, and about what we should do." Hyun sat down on the couches in the back of the room and silently requested Aiko to do the same.

As soon as Aiko sat down, Hyunjin placed his hands gently over hers and began speaking, "Jagi, what's going on between us? We never used to be like this..." "Petty?" Aiko finished for him. She sighed, "This all started with the whole keeping our relationship a secret.. I personally think we should come clean, but if you're not comfortable with that then I understand." Now it was Hyunjin's turn to be surprised, it was hard for Aiko to admit she was wrong. He scooted closer to her, now feeling the strong urge to just.. hold her, "I've been thinking about it and.." He trailed off, "And?" Aiko urged. Hyunjin gave a sigh of defeat, "It's getting difficult to hide the fact that I love you.."

Some time has passed since their talk. They forgave eachother and finally put their immature pettiness aside. They both decided to reveal their relationship to the public during the month before they're comback in June, so they would have enough time to mentally prepare. They killed the 'Kiss and Makeup' performance flawlessly, which again strengthened the dating rumors even further. Aiko couldn't wait to tell STAYs that those rumors were in fact a reality. A loving reality at that. This cold war proved to Aiko that Hyunjin did infact love her more than words can describe, and this further cemented Aiko's insane love she has for Hwang Hyunjin, and now nothing could stop her from what she's planning to do next.

©straykidsaiko

Always keep in mind that nothing in this series and in my posts are real! So anything that may seem 'out of character' should be considered as part of a fake universe! <3

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shuniverse · 1 year

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sick ,, b.c , h.hj , l.f

🧷 I’m feeling icky rn and I’m pretty sure I have a sinus infection so here’s a lil fic of my skz biases with comfort for the sick reader 🥲❤️ I might do one with my bias wreckers (changbin, jisung, and minho) or maybe just the rest of skz lmao

🎐 self insert for me cuz I’m unwell so f!reader 🥲 ;; cute fluff ;; some swearing here and there ;; some angst but only cuz reader is sad and feels icky and that’s literally the only angst in here ;; it involves the skzoo babies because I have lixie’s, channie’s, and jinnie’s skzoo plushies 😋 ;;

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channie ☆

“channiieeee.” you whine from your bed, where you are desperately trying to catch some sleep to relieve your headache. you hear the rushed padding of bare feet on hard wood floor, and then the sound of feet stepping on carpet, til you feel his body dip down besides yours and one of his big arms drapes over your tired body.

“what’s up, baby? you okay? need water, an ice pack, some Tylenol?”

you giggle a bit and look at him, sniffling. “I just miss you channie and it’s lonely and cold in bed and my head hurts.”

he pouts before kissing your cheek. “aw baby girlll, my poor honey it’s so sad when you’re sick.” he buries his head into your neck, and you giggle again, then lean as far from his face as possible as you let out a chest wracking cough into your elbow.

you look back at him and he just looks so concerned. “sorry, channie, I’ve had this horrible cough the past couple days-“

you’re cut off when he lightly lays on you, burying his head into your boobs which lay snug yet braless under your camisole. he sighs.

“you don’t need to be sorry, baby. here, let’s just lay and chill, yeah? I’ve got someone else tooo.” he giggles and he fishes out your wolf chan plushie from where he’s buried under the blanket. you giggle too and cuddle them both.

“my channie’s are both cuddling with me, yayyy”

he smiles and giggles at your reaction. he snuggles further into your boobs while you hold the plush wolf in the crook of your elbow. you kiss his head, rubbing your fingers through his hair. the pretty purple leds of your room, which you bought to match his, made him look so so handsome and pretty, and you felt yourself swoon internally like it was your first time meeting him. but of course, sickness hates love, and as soon as you’re about to kiss his head again, you have to lean back and cough violently into your elbow, splattering your poor wolf chan plushie with your germs.

immediately, chan looks up, very concerned. then almost giggles when he sees your gawped expression at poor little wolf chan, and you cry out dramatically. “nooo! wolf channie is sick now!”

he giggles now, kissing your chest. “it’s okay, baby girl, I’ll just have to take care of both of you now.”

you pout and he laughs. “no need to look so sad, baby, I’m right here, yeah?”

you nod, even if this whole thing was because you accidentally coughed on your wolf chan plushie. the dramatics of it all make you laugh.

chan smiles at you, chin rested on your boobs. his cute little dimples make you smile too.

“I love you channie.”

“I love you more baby girl. now let’s get some rest, yeah?”

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jinnie ✿

hyunjin and you are doing some art together in his home studio, and though you aren’t feeling the best, you still want to spend time with him.

as per usual, he’s doing some beautiful painting, and you’re desperately trying to draw something in your sketchbook. maybe it’s your lack of motivation or the fact that your nasal passages are clogged, that your head feels stuffed full of cotton balls, that your throat is somewhat sore and your teeth ache when you inhale too sharp.

you honestly don’t know at this point and as soon as you feel a cough coming on, you accidentally toss your sketchbook across the studio and throw your head into your elbow to let out this violent cough. you don’t even register that the sketchbook hit poor hyunjin right in the shin, who cries out dramatically.

after your coughing fit, you sniffle and come back to reality, and he’s just looking at you with hurt (from the sketchbook) and also concern.

“oh! sorry jinnie-“

he immediately gets up from his stool as soon as you attempt to lift yourself up. “here here, no, I have your book, love. why’d you throw it though??”

you sigh, taking it as he hands it to you. “sorry I had to cough, and apparently the sinusitis demon took over my body and made me throw the sketchbook at you.”

he giggles at your little tale, crouching down in front of you to brush your hair back with his big hand, smiling at you sweetly. “it’s alright, princess, let’s just hope the mean ol’ sinusitis demon leaves you soon so I can kiss you again on those pretty lips.” he boops you and you giggle.

“hopefully, or you can get it and we can make out again because we both have it and it’s not a health hazard anymore.”

he laughs, patting your head. “you’re funny, you know that? look I love you but I am NOT getting sick, nuh-uh, no way.” he’s all sassy and waving his hand back and forth.

you fake pout. “but jiniiieee we could be sinusitis twins.”

“never say that despicably awful sentence to me ever again.”

you both laugh at your antics, but then he brushes your hair back again, and he helps you to your feet, kissing your forehead. “wanna go make some food to help you feel better? I could buy us some coffee tooo.”

you smile, nodding. “I’d love that jinnie. but no americano for you- you know what happened that one time.”

his face has a fake panic to it as he grips your shoulders, jokingly shaking you around. “don’t bring me back to that dark place, please, I wish to forget about that day.” he shivers, in his natural hyunjin dramatics.

you giggle. “sorry jinnie, couldn’t help myself.”

he sighs, kissing your forehead again. “I’ll go get jiniret, then we can go get some coffee okay?”

you nod happily. “okay!”

you stop for a second, turning away from him to cough again into your arm, followed by a sneeze. you look back up at him, sniffling, and giggle at his signature disgusted face.

“ewww don’t get me sickkkk.”

you laugh, holding his hand and walking to your room to get jiniret. “shush, mister.”

he playfully mocks you behind you as you grab your little jiniret plush. you swat his arm, which he laughs at.

“c’mon, jinnie, I want a matchaa.”

“coming your highness.”

you swat his arm again. “hey!”

he laughs. “love you.” he makes a little heart with his long fingers, a cute lil smile on his face.

you sigh. “I love you too, jinnie. now let’s go!”

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lixie ♡

you stumble out of yours and felix’s bedroom, one of his hoodies on your body while you hold a bbokari plush close to you. you pad barefooted down the hall and to the kitchen where felix is making brownies for you and him to share.

he smiles sweetly at you as you enter the kitchen. “hey, sweetheart. just working on some brownies, you feel okay?”

his deep, velvety voice soothes you just a bit, and you sniffle, still a bit groggy. “yeah, I’m okay, lixie. I still feel like complete ass, though.”

he giggles as you move closer to snuggle up to him, and he kisses your head. “that’s alright, love, hopefully these brownies will make you feel better.”

his Aussie accent makes you giggle, the way his better sounds like ‘bet-tAH.’ he looks at you, a little smile on his face. “what’s the giggle for, hm?”

you giggle again. “bettAH.”

he sighs. “you and your teasing, even when your sick, dunno how to deal with you sometimes.” he giggles himself, and you stick your tongue out playfully.

“you love me though.”

“that I do, princess. now why don’t you sit yourself on the counter, I’ll put the brownies in the oven and get you a drink, okay? what would you like?”

you smile and hop up on the counter, holding your bbokari plush in your lap, gently kicking your feet. “uhmm, what do we have, lix?”

he hums for a moment. “let me check.” you nod, giggling as he comes over to kiss your hands and then a little peck on bbokari’s head, and he walks to the fridge, opening it to see what’s inside. he pouts faintly when he closes it.

“I may have to just run out and buy something, baby. what would you like?”

you smile as he comes over to stand between your legs, looking up at you with his hands on your thighs. “uhmm, maybe Starbucks?”

he nods, kissing your chin. “okay, I can do that. want anything else while I’m out?”

“can I go with you, lixie?”

“baby, you need rest and-“

“pleeease lixie?”

he sighs, giving in easily. he can’t resist you much when you’re sick and say please so cutely. “alright, fine, but no getting more sick!”

you laugh, almost coughing on the spot. “I don’t think I could get any more sick, lixie.”

almost illustrating your point, you bring an arm up when your body decides you wrack itself with a heavy cough that nearly leaves your throat sore.

you look back at felix after your little coughing fit, and he’s pouting slightly. “baby you’re so sick, why not stay here where it’s warm?”

“because I wanna spend time with you lixiieeee.”

he sighs. “alright alright, I’ll go get your slides then, okay, baby?”

you nod, smiling, and he reciprocates it. “okay lixie.”

“when I come back, you, me, and little bbokari here can go on a trip.”

you giggle, seeing felix refer to bbokari as if he’s his son (which he may as well be).

you kiss his forehead. “I love you lixie.”

he smiles, bringing your hands up and kissing them before leaving to your room. “I love you too, sweetheart. brb!”

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hope you enjoy! this is all purely self indulgent because I’m sick atm and needed to get this out 🥲

I think it’s funny that I had the energy to get all the colors and stars and stuff 💀

feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated! <3

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jiniretss · 4 months

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FLUFF WORKS!!!

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

✿°。 PLS READ BEFORE CLICKING! ✿°

•┈୨♡୧┈• : <<< reminder that I do not own any of the members names or characteristics! this is just all for entertainments only, pls do not take any words to heart that are being said.

𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧 - love - Hyunjin is practicing with his members for their new comeback, Rock-star. Y/n a professional volleyball player was there to keep her boyfriend and his band mates company. Therefore, Y/n ends up falling asleep as Hyunjin takes care of her.

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ - my artist is my girlfriend

°.✩┈┈∘ - romance

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸── - art museum

𓂃🧸𓈒 𓂂𓏸 - canvas

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wha—huh? what is?”

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re…embarrassed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you take it into your own hands. literally.

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

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

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

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

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

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

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

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

(good luck.)

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

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

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

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

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

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

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

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

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

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

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

he loses it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

then, she flirts with him.

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

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

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

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

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

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

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

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

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

“baby, your mouth is open.”

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

“what do you mean?”

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

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

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

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

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

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

“do i actually?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

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

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

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

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

let me.

you do.

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

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

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

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

the earth slants under his feet.

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

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

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I KNEW IT!”

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

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

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

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

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

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

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

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

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

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

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

desperate times call for desperate measures.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—dissipates, immediately.

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

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

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

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

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

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

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

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

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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cheeseceli · 4 months

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When you don't use their card

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

Genre: fluff, reaction

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

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

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

Bang Chan

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

Lee Know

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

Changbin

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

Hyunjin

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

Han

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

Felix

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

Seungmin

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

I.N

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

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diddybok · 5 months

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

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

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

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

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

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j-onedrabbles · 9 months

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

Hmmmmm good question lovely. Here are my thoughts;

wc: 0.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lxverss · 10 months

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— ɪʀʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛɪʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ | hhj

✰ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: h.hyunjin x afab reader

✰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, fluff, newly established relationship, non-idol au

✰ ᴡᴄ: 1k

✰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, female masturbation, reader fantasizes about hyunjin, orgasm denial, dirty talk, pussy slapping, oral sex (f. recieving), heavy making out, etc.

✰ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you go on a date with your boyfriend to a fancy diner but you both can't keep your hands off of eachother all night. Which, ends up in you both going at it in the backseat of his car.

p/s: pics aren't mine, credits to the respective owners! + This story isn't proofread so please bear with me :')

You and hyunjin haven't been spending too much time together recently. Which is why, he had planned the perfect dinner date for you both with reservations at a fancy diner down the street. You were more than excited for tonight, having planned a sinful surprise for him after the date. You also couldn't wait to try the new perfume you recently bought solely for this occasion. It wasn't too strong, it had a charismatic, flowery and feminine scent. Just how he liked it.

You checked yourself in the mirror, making sure your makeup looks perfect. You went for a soft feminine look with a complementing tight black dress falling right above your knees. You decorated your neck and hands with jewelry that you got as a gift from your boyfriend on your first date. He was supposed to pick you up at 8 pm and it was currently 7:50 pm. You checked the time, then spritzed a generous amount of the perfume onto your neck and collarbones. Right as you were done, you heard your doorbell ring. That must be him, you thought. You quickly fixed your hair and hurried downstairs to get the door.

When you opened the door, hyunjin was hit with a wonderful fragrance that filled his nostrils. "Hey, beautiful" he said with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. He had a bouquet of crimson red roses in his free hand. He was wearing a black blazer with a white t-shirt underneath. God, it was like god favoured him. No, he looked like god himself at that moment. His perfect dark brown eyes locking with yours. You both shared eye contact for what felt like forever. Until you cleared your throat, and he seemed to notice your flustered state. "These are for you" he finally broke the silence, handing you the bouquet. "Thanks" you shyly said as you sniffed the flowers. You moved away from the doorframe, motioning for him to come inside. He looked around your apartment, as it was his first time there.

You put the flowers in a vase and poured some water in it to keep it alive. "Ready to go?" You heard as hyunjin stepped into the kitchen. "Yeah, shall we?" You held your hand out for him to take. He took your hand with a giddy smile, "we shall".

He then lead you over to his parked car and held the door open for you. "Ladies first" he said with a playful smile and a small bow. You playfully hit his shoulder but still got in nonetheless, thankful for his kind gesture. He got in slowly after you, making himself comfortable in the driver's seat. He leaned over you to put your seatbelt on for you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt your cheeks heat up at the close proximity. After putting on your seatbelt, he gave you a small smile and returned to his seat to put his own seatbelt on.

It was a 30-minute drive to the diner he got reservations at. You nearly fell asleep because, well, you barely had any sleep last night. You stayed up humping your pillow, your thoughts engulfed by nothing but hyunjin. You even woke up from a wet dream at 5 something, having to relieve your horniness with your pink dildo. Even then, all you could think about was hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. In your dream he was making love to you, letting out the most heavenly moan anyone could ever let out.

You both arrived at your designated place. Though, he was resisting the urge to touch you the whole ride there. Getting out of the car, he held the door open for you. You carefully stepped out, not wanting to trip on your wobbly legs. Yes, he made your knees weak so now your legs felt like jelly. For fucks sake, hwang. It hadn't been entirely his fault though, considering you made love to yourself almost all night.

You both made your way over to the diner in utter silence, hand in hand. When you made it to the door, he held it open for you with a charming smile like the gentleman he is. You smiled giddily at this. You both made your way over to your reserved seat and put your orders in. The whole time you were teasing him and driving him nuts. Leaning over to grab the salt and he could clearly see your cleavage with the necklace he gave you dangling from your neck. You gave him a teasing smile and grabbed the salt you 'needed' when you very much could have asked him for it. Brushing your foot up his leg, giving the spoon extra attention licking it, and so many more.

You didn't know your teasing could end up in his mouth on your pussy and your hands tangled in his hair, chanting his name like a mantra. Apparently all that teasing had fueled something inside him as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you across the diner back to his car. You couldn't even make it all the way inside as he slammed his lips into yours and slamming your back against the car door. He roughly made out with you, as you played with and pulled his soft black locks. You both were moaning into eachother like two horny dogs. He then clicked his door open and shoved you inside backseats, reaching his hand over to the front to lock the door not breaking the kiss.

Which brings you to the present, his face buried into your cunt and your hands desperately pulling on his hair. He slurped, sucked, licked your pussy until you were on the brink of your release. Then he suddenly stopped everything, leaving you to whine in frustration. "P-please, I'm sorry!" You cried out but to no avail. "You think I'd go easy on you after you've been bad all evening?" He said landing a slap on your delicious cunt. "Ah! Im— sorry, please! You begged and went to touch your own clit, desperate for some relief. He grabbed your wrist and pinned them above your head, slamming his lips into yours for the nth time that night. He only broke the kiss to whisper in your ear, "you're not cumming until I fucking say so."

It was going to be a long, long night.

A/N: feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot so I hope you enjoyed reading it as well <33

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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maybe, i like you

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

pairing: bsf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: none?

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xxstraykidsaikoxx · 6 months

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Relationship W/ Hyunjin

ᰔThis one is kinda a long one since im a sucker for the romance genre so i apologize in advance if most of this is too much! 😅

WHEN THEY STARTED DATING: April 23, 2020

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC: Rivals-to-Lovers

AGE DIFFERENCE: 2 Years

ZSIGN COMPATIBILITY: Aries & Pieces

HOW THEY MET:

After Aiko got accepted into the survival program, Chan introduced her to the members and most of them hit off. Most of the members felt a little off having a girl, especially one as young as Aiko, apart of their group. These members included Hyunjin. The first thing he said to her face when she walked in the room was, "Who's this girl?" obviously Ai was put off and that was when their rivalry started.

HOW THEY CAUGHT FEELINGS:

HYUNJIN: Hyun initially caught feelings after spending some more time with and around Aiko and realized how endearing and genuine she is. He wanted someone who would sympathize with him, someone who would share his burdens and pains with him, and Aiko had checked off those boxes without fail. He at first thought his feelings were just going to last a day or two but no, his feelings soon grew into a strong love for Aiko, he just wasn't sure when was the right time to admit it.

AIKO: For Ai, it was love at first sight. She thought he was gorgeous but as soon as he opened his mouth she wasn't impressed. But with her too, after spending more time with Hyunjin she found herself getting more and more fond of him. Although she was under the impression that he didn't like her, which caused her to push her feelings for him down and away so she wouldn't loose focus on her current projects.

HOW/WHEN THEY CONFESSED:

It was like something straight out of a Kdrama. It was a stormy day in April when it happened. The two had gotten into a small argument after Hyun asked/demanded they talk about their feelings and Aiko being raised in an emotionally unavailable household, she's not as receptive/willing to openly talk about how or what she's feeling. After Hyun kept insisting they talk about their feelings Aiko got overwhelmed and stormed out into the rain with Hyun following her. Long story short they confessed their love for each other and had their first kiss in the rain and lived happily ever after.

DATING IN SECRET:

A week after they started dating they had a long discussion on how to proceed with their form relationship. Both had agreed to at least tell Chan since he was their leader and unsurprisingly Channie was happy for them and helped them formate a plan since at the time in 2020, they were still under a dating ban (JYP has a 4 or 3 year dating ban I believe). The other members were also informed and all were accepting and since then, Hyun and Ai have been inseparable. Soon though, STAYs had noticed how close they've gotten, which was out of the normal because of their for mentioned rivalry and how much they seemed to dislike each other, which created the ship 'AiHyun'.

HARDSHIPS:

Despite their fairytale like relationship, it's not without its problems, but luckily they have the ability to talk it out sometimes. The small arguments they have are usually started when someone genuinely messes up or when the other's health and safety is being put at risk. Aiko never likes going to bed angry at each other, so she works hard to resolve the issue as soon as possible. Outside of small arguments, both of them being idols brings in a whole another world of problems. One of those being Hyun's unfortunate hiatus. This was the longest they'd been apart from each other practically since they debuted together. (I'll go more into this in a future post).

TEXTS TOGETHER:

ᰔ honestly i may make a part two of some sorts since there's more layers to their relationship but this is already as long as it is so, lemme know if this is really in need of a part two and if so what to include in it!

MASTERLIST

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wooahaes · 6 months

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

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

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

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

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

bang chan

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

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

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

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

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

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

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

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

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

lee minho

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

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

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

he just smiled at you. "you did."

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

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

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

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

seo changbin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hwang hyunjin

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

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

"honey?" he called out.

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

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

"oh."

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

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

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

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

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

all better.

han jisung

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i'm home," you said.

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

lee felix

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

"did something happen today?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kim seungmin

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

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

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

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

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

yang jeongin

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

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

"do you want to talk about it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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