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BE MY VALENTINE — HYUNMIN.

pairing: hyunjin x seungmin genre: smut, NSFW warnings: drunk confessions, oral (s. receiving), dirty talk, cum swallowing a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab! i may have got a little bit carried on with the plot and went way over the word limit…

it was a particularly sad day for a romantic person like hyunjin. after years of being an idol, he craved for love. he just wanted to find a person who’s gonna accept him the way he is and understand him fully. hyunjin was a hopeless romantic after all.

seungmin, on the other hand, locked up his feelings long time ago. he knew it won’t be possible to date anymore because of his constant work and crazy schedule. but deep down, he also craved for love, he wanted to find the right person too.

that’s how both of them ended up drinking on valentine’s day like some losers. all other members were busy doing something — jisung distracted himself with writing lyrics for a new song, jeongin was watching some k-dramas, minho and changbin went to the gym, and felix and chan were playing genshin and spending their entire salaries on a new banner. everyone has found some way to distract themselves from valentine’s day. no one wanted to think of how lonely they truly were.

since hyunjin’s dorm was basically empty and jisung locked himself in his room, it was mutually decided to drink there.

seungmin was a fan of beer, but hyunjin stuck to the good old soju. he wasn’t really a drinking type, but the occasion left him with no other choice but to get absolutely blacked out.

the bottles were carefully grouped up on the coffee table, while the boys were sitting on the floor and watching something on tv. none of them paid much attention to the screen, as they were already tipsy.

“when was the last time you kissed someone?” hyunjin suddenly asked, breaking the silence that had been going on for the last half hour.

seungmin stopped mid drinking, shifting his gaze from the tv screen to hyunjin’s face.

“dunno… like a few months ago? when we went to the strip club for chan’s birthday, i think?”

hyunjin nodded rapidly, indicating that he still hadn’t forgotten that day.

“yeah i remember how i found you making out with some bitc- some girl on the sofa.” hyunjin quickly corrected himself, earning a laugh from his friend. “why didn’t you rent her for the night? she was all over you.”

“ugh… i think that’s exactly why i didn’t rent her. because she was all over me.”

hyunjin put on a “don’t lie to me” look and seungmin sighed.

“i don’t know… just… didn’t feel like it…”

“didn’t like the kiss?” hyunjin suggested, opening another bottle of soju in the meantime.

“maybe.” seungmin avoided the question carefully, dancing around it like fire. “that was last year, jinnie. i-“

“don’t remember?” hyunjin chucked. “okay, you don’t have to answer truthfully.”

seungmin felt his cheeks burn. despite the fact that he really wanted to tell the truth right now, he knew he would regret it tomorrow. he hid his sexuality this whole time not to end up telling the secret the second he got drunk. especially at this moment, when hyunjin looked so cozy in that hoodie and glasses, with his hair smeared as if he just woken up from the nap.

“you good? want some water?” hyunjin waved in front of seungmin’s face, waking the latter out of his trance.

“no, no, i’m good.” seungmin replied nervously. has he been staring this whole time?

“let me actually bring some water. we’ve been drinking non stop, it’s time to sober up a bit.” with that, hyunjin disappeared into the doorway.

perhaps hyunjin was right, and it was time to sober up. if he continued to stare like that, it would end badly for both of them. seungmin slammed his own cheeks a couple of times to calm himself down. and it actually worked. by the time hyunjin returned with two glasses of water, seungmin was already feeling much better and less sleepy.

both of them emptied their glasses in silence, as if the talk before had never happened. after a few bottles of alcohol, the water seemed to come straight from heaven.

“so… what about you then?” seungmin asked, not being able to shut his mouth entirely. once the unusual topic like this was brought up, it was hard for him to move on. it really affected him, he was dying to know hyunjin’s answer.

“what is it to you?” hyunjin said surprisingly sharply.

“ah, cmon, dude. you asked me first! now it’s your turn!” seungmin laughed it off, but he got so concerned deep inside. why did hyunjin become so defensive all of a sudden?

“i’m gonna steal your answer and say i don’t remember.” hyunjin winked, earning an irritated growl from seungmin.

“yeah, yeah, of course. i know you’re dating someone secretly, that’s why you don’t want to answer!”

“and what if? are you jealous?”

seungmin got shut up so hard. he couldn’t even think of a proper comeback for like ten seconds, staring dumbly in response. by the time a minute had passed, it was just awkward to even say anything, so he just took another sip of beer.

“so… you are jealous?”

seungmin cursed under his breath. he needed to leave right now, before it was too late. if he doesn’t, he will ruin everything. everything.

“why did you ask me that question for?” but instead of leaving, seungmin got straight to the point. he was digging a hole for himself.

hyunjin smiled and looked him dead in the eye. “the first one? let’s just say i didn’t ask to hear how you liked making out with that girl.”

“then why?” seungmin’s eyes started flickering between hyunjin’s eyes and lips.

hyunjin’s eyes dropped down to seungmin’s lips as well as he said almost inaudibly. “because I wanted to kiss you.”

seungmin didn’t know how, but it happened. one second his gaze was captivated by hyunjin's inviting lips, and the next his eyes were closed with his own lips pressed over hyunjin's. he wasn’t sure who leaned in for the kiss first, it didn’t matter anymore. but the fact that they were even doing it couldn’t sit right in his mind. he was scared of losing himself quickly, trying so hard to control the moment. their lips parted for a moment to inhale, and then met again for the second time, with a slower and gentle pace.

the tv kept playing in the background this whole time, but all they could hear was the sound of their lips moving, exchanging saliva and pulling away for a moment to tilt their heads. their noses brushed every time, which felt even more intimate than the kiss itself.

hyunjin’s lips were as plump and soft as seungmin imagined. the sharp taste of soju filled seungmin’s mouth, mixing with the taste of beer he was drinking. the slow kiss quickly progressed as hyunjin brought his face impossibly close, deepening it further.

the pace had picked up as well as they continued to glide of their tongues over each other so languidly. all they could worry about was the urge to taste each other more.

hyunjin’s hand finally made it onto seungmin’s thigh unintentionally. almost reflectively, he began to slide his palm on seungmin’s inner thigh, causing the latter to moan deeply inside the kiss. hyunjin’s mind already felt floaty because of the amount of consumed alcohol. but now that seungmin was responding to his kiss so eagerly, desperately, submissively… he felt like on fire. he wanted to touch seungmin more. kissing was not enough.

after minutes of heavy make out and hyunjin’s hand caressing his inner thigh, seungmin’s cock began to grow bigger in his pants. with another accident brush of hyunjin’s palm over his groin, seungmin finally broke off the kiss, pulling away with swollen lips. hyunjin was staring at him with desperation in his eyes, breathing heavily, lips as equally glossy and swollen.

they were silent for a second, until hyunjin spoke. “you are a pretty good kisser. no wonder that girl was all over you.”

“shut up!” seungmin growled, hiding his face in embarrassment. “we are both drunk. we should stop, otherwise we will end up fucking each other.”

hyunjin’s lips grew into a smirk. “what if i want us to fuck each other?”

seungmin turned away completely, feeling his dick grow bigger at the words. “fuck- don’t say that. i’m so hard already… we shouldn’t be doing this.”

hyunjin laughed and then tugged seungmin closer by his t-shirt, ignoring his speech entirely and making him yelp in surprise. “let me help you then.”

hyunjin was not blind. the outline of seungmin’s dick poking his pants so deliciously was grabbing all his attention. and after seungmin expressed his wishes, it was impossible for hyunjin to stay away. he knew what seungmin wanted and how desperately he needed it. his dick screamed for touch, for any relief.

hyunjin reached his way into seungmin’s mouth for the last time, not wanting to pull away. their tongues danced around each and over their bottom lips once again, before hyunjin broke the kiss.

excitement was rapidly building up inside him. he finally got what he’d wanted for years. that night, on chan’s birthday, he was crushed by the sight of seungmin making out with that girl. he looked like he enjoyed it, and hyunjin was so surprised when seungmin ended up politely declining her further offers. but now… he could finally feel his lips with his own.

true to his words, hyunjin reached into seungmin’s pants, straight into his boxes.

in a matter of seconds, the entire length of seungmin’s dick was open on a plain sight. hyunjin stared down at it, precum all over, dropping from the tip further down the length. it was endearing to see seungmin so aroused for him, so desperate for his touch.

“let me know if i should stop, ‘kay?” hyunjin said against the skin as leaned in, planting series of kisses on seungmin’s inner thigh. he let his lips brush near the hip, kissing it slowly before biting on the soft skin.

seungmin nodded lightly and shut his eyes, holding his breath. his hands reached for hyunjin’s head, interlocking his fingers in strands of hair and pushing him lower.

hyunjin’s hot breath tickled the tip, and seungmin almost let out a loud moan, but quickly bit his lip. he had almost forgotten jisung was still in his room down the hallway and actually could walk in any second.

but a quiet moan did escape his lips when hyunjin kissed along his tip, softly and slowly. he then trailed down his tongue from the head all the way to the base while using his other hand to softly run it across the inner thigh. the cock was already painfully hard from the heavy make out, so hyunjin could apply barely any effort to make seungmin moan in desperation. he watched how the thick string of glimmering precum connected his lips and seungmin’s cock.

hyunjin looked up only to see seungmin’s clouded eyes and his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. the embarrassment was crushing over him. but it wasn’t embarrassing to hyunjin at all. rather the opposite; it was hot. seeing his friend in such a state was so hot. he immediately felt his own cock growing harder and bigger against his pants, which was slightly uncomfortable; but he chose to ignore that feeling for now. the image of dripping and hard swollen dick in front of his face was much more exciting.

running his tongue down the dick from top to bottom for the last time, as if licking a lollipop, hyunjin finally pushed it inside his throat until he started choking slightly. hollowing out his cheeks, he started bobbing his head up and down, trying to take more than he possibly could.

“ah-“ his actions finally caused seungmin speak up. “your mouth is so warm.”

the praise only made hyunjin to bob his head faster, the tip of the cock hitting the back of his throat repeatedly. seeing the impact of his own actions on seungmin’s body gave him a sense of confidence. seungmin panted above him, his fingers digging deeper into hyunjin’s hair as he pushed him further down his cock.

it became messy quickly. the spit started running down from the corner of his mouth, dribbling all the way down his chin and onto seungmin’s thighs. but hyunjin didn’t care; the messier the better.

the sounds of slick connecting with hyunjin’s lips sliding down the entire length filled the room. seungmin felt himself getting anxious again, since jisung was still somewhere in the dorm.

“don’t be shy, min.” hyunjin spoke as if he was reading seungmin’s mind. “i bet he is wearing headphones. he always wears them when he writes new lyrics.”

seungmin replied breathlessly. “w-we’re not hundred percent s-sure…”

“okay, then next time we’ll go to your dorm.” hyunjin smiled, sinking back down on the dick.

next time… the words repeated in seungmin’s head. he could no longer tell if it was an empty promise or a real chance that it would happen. but right away he came to the conclusion that he wanted this to happen.

finally feeling the satisfaction of having something warm wrapped around his cock had him in chokehold. hyunjin was skilled, seungmin could tell it from the way he got him worked up so quickly.

fighting the inner shyness, seungmin lowered his head once again only to be met with hyunjin’s ardent gaze.

“‘m g-gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.” he swallowed hard.

hyunjin’s eyes nearly rolled in satisfaction just from hearing that. he was so addicted to praise. and the only thing that worked as good as praise were the high-pitched whimpers leaving seungmin’s mouth.

“then cum for me.” hyunjin said without breaking eye contact.

that alone made seungmin’s breath hitch in his throat as he started shamelessly fucking into hyunjin’s mouth.

hyunjin wasn’t sure what was prettier, seungmin’s shameless actions or the moans that were leaving his mouth.

the thrusts became more rapid; seungmin grabbed onto hyunjin’s hair till it started to physically hurt. seungmin’s head threw back as he spilled loads of hot cum down hyunjin’s throat. he didn’t pull away, sucking it all effortlessly and tasting the saltiness of the cum. it still felt unreal how he had managed to ruin his friend like that in such a short time.

seungmin’s face completely changed as he realized hyunjin had swallowed everything that just came out of his dick.

“hyunjin.” he said with a concerned tone.

“c’mon, don’t look so disgusted.” hyunjin chuckled, leaning in closer. “you taste good.”

he then found seungmin’s lips again, letting him taste himself on his tongue.

he really couldn’t stop kissing him.

his lips were addicting like drugs, making hyunjin light in the head. the way they melted into each other for another good minute was almost like they’d been dating forever. even with seungmin’s shyness, everything felt natural, as if it was meant to be.

the loud slam of the door down the corridor made them jump away from each other.

“jisung.” they said in sync.

seungmin barely managed to shove the dick in his pants, and hyunjin took a pillow from the couch to hide his own erection.

“you guys okay?” jisung appeared out of the darkness of the corridor. “you look like you saw a ghost.”

“yeah, you.” seungmin responded in his usual manner, making hyunjin laugh.

“whatever. alcoholics.” jisung sighed, looking at the pile of bottles on the coffee table.

hyunjin and seungmin exchanged looks again. little did he know what was happening here just moments ago.

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seungmoonandstars · 5 days

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𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Kim Seungmin/female reader → Kim Seungmin/Hwang Hyunjin

wc: 3.9k

synopsis: someone is cheating // pt 3

pt 1 // pt 2

rating: angst/fluff/explicit ಇ ꩜ (contains: m/m oral, alcohol, Seungmin drinking but consenting)

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This is not the first time getting into bed with Seungmin before sunset—to sleep, at least. You changed the bedding while he showered, and now he’s wrapped up in the top sheet, shorts on, but chest bare and out for you to see. You turned the air up, and the room is much cooler than it should be, so you can see the little goosebumps pricking up all over his arms...making his hair stand on edge.

“Do you want another blanket?”

He nods slowly, sleepily, and you crawl to the end of the bed and pull one out of the chest. The burn of his eyes on you makes you shiver a little, and you hope the entire time that he’ll get up and reach for you. But he doesn’t. He’s comfortable on his pillow when you return and pull it up to his shoulders. Youou were right about his eyes being on you.

“Thank you.” He whispers it and pouts, and you remember now that you haven’t kissed him on the lips at all.

Not once since he returned last night. You don’t even know if you should, or if you can. What if you do, and he doesn’t want it? Nothing about your conversation today has made kissing him seem out of the question, but still, it’s hard. The chest kiss was you on auto-pilot, and thinking back to it makes your stomach swirl.

“Minnie?”

You are still sharing the same bed, after all. How much could he hate your kiss?

Colors pop up in his vision as he squeezes his eyes, and then he opens them to you. The look you give him isn’t the warm one you usually have one, but it’s not cold. It’s somewhere in the middle; it’s unsure and sad, and he’s given it to you so many times in the past. Seungmin pulls the blanket up even further, and folds his arms around it before speaking…“Lay down, get some sleep”

You do, and you’re relieved that he stays put when you scoot a little closer.

“Seungmin?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Uhm…nothing, nothing. Goodnight, love.”

He’s silent. He closes his eyes, and he’s asleep.

· · ♡ · ·

You can almost hear him before you open your eyes. His stare is so intense, and you feel whatever thoughts he has radiating out of him.

“Seungmin? You okay?”

He looks away for a moment, and then back, and he swallows hard before he starts to speak. “You said you didn’t sleep with him…you said that last night.”

The memory of last night makes your head ache; Seungmin’s tone, his face, as he grabbed you so softly, even though you don’t think he wanted to be so gentle. The look in his eyes when he thought about you fucking someone other than him. Lying to him is not an option, but last night was…intense, and a little bit scary. You don’t immediatly answer his non question; instead you sit up and push the covers away from you, because you suddenly feel very warm. You feel like you might throw up.

“Was that the truth?”

Seungmin has been avoiding straight answers all day, answering your questions with his own. Pulling that on him this time won’t work. Too much silence won’t work either, because you can sense his patience dwindling with each quiet moment that passes.

“Once”

That single word is the most difficult one you’ve ever had to say to him, and it doesn’t even come out right. It gets caught in your throat, along with any hope of a deep breath. But Seungmin says nothing, and he doesn’t move, and it scares you even more. You don’t even have the courage to look at him.

“Once.” He repeats it, but he’s not questioning you.

“I was scared last night. I didn’t know what to do, or say in the moment. I don’t want to lie…again.” You stop and wait, and you still don’t look at him, but he says nothing. You can’t even hear him breathing. “Say something…scream at me, I don’t care. Please say something.”

The bed shifts as he gets out from under the covers, walks to the dresser to throw on a clean shirt and sweatpants. You watch him from the corner of your eye, trying to figure out what he’s feeling, and what he’s thinking, but he gives you nothing.

“Are you leaving?”

No answer. He closes the door gently behind him, and you struggle with the urge to run for him. What’s the point? You can’t keep delaying the inevitable, because it’s getting harder and harder with each new word you speak to him. If he’s going to go, he needs to go now. But there’s no sound of him opening and closing the front door

He’s sitting in the dark at the coffee table, head in his arms, phone a few inches from his face. The glow of the screen is the only light you can see, so you click on one of the kitchen lights. Maybe he came out here to get away from you. If that’s the case, you respect his space, and you head to the kitchen to make him something to eat.

Eventually, he looks up, and eventually, you catch him staring as you walk from one end of the kitchen to the other. He doesn’t look angry, and he doesn’t look upset—the empty look on his face is worse.

“Are you hungry?”

He snaps out of it and lifts his head to nod. Seungmin is usually hungry, and he’s always a good eater, so cooking for him, and doting on him became your way of showing affection after the first few months together. It still is, and he knows that’s why you’re in there right now. Sometimes it feels like it replaces everything else, but it's been that way for a while. Seungmin hasn’t been as affectionate as you might need, especially lately, but you never complain. He wishes you would have complained. Even more, he wishes he wouldn't have been so oblivious to everything.

You don’t notice him getting to his feet and walking toward you—not until he’s right next to you, and even then, you stare pointedly at the broth simmering until a soft hey reaches your ears.

“Hi, it’s almost ready”

“I’m sorry”

“You’re sorry…what are you sorry for?”

“I was reading your email again. I read it a few times.”

You jump when he reaches for and touches your cheek.

“You didn’t do—“

He kisses you. Seungmin pulls you closer and places a kiss on your temple.

“You didn’t do anything wrong”

And then he does it again. “I didn’t help. When I come home, I don’t treat you the way that you deserve. I fall asleep and I wake up and I leave again.”

“I’m not gonna pretend you hold any of the blame for this, so stop it”

“Why can’t we both be guilty?”

“Because you didn’t go behind my back and sleep with someone else. You didn’t cheat on me, Seungmin. Physically…emotionally. I did it, and it’s there forever.”

“But do you want to go back and change things?”

“It had barely even happened yet and I wanted to run away. I wanted to run home and call you, tell you everything, beg for your forgiveness. But I didn’t.”

“When was it?”

“A month ago, maybe a little more. I did call you the next morning, because I slept through all your messages. You must have been working, though.”

“You were with him yesterday, before I got here”

“No, I was home all day. I don’t know why he messaged me when he did. I haven’t seen him in weeks, and I only saw him once after, because I told him I was done. I think he messaged the wrong person.”

Seungmin stares at the simmering broth as he thinks, then turns off the burner.

“I can show you the messages when I turn the new phone on. I will. You can read everything.”

“So…bad timing”

“Maybe good timing, if it got us here. I hate not telling you everything that’s going on in my head.”

“Should I be doing that more often?”

You grab his shirt and pull him close again, “yes, all the time,” and bring him back down for a kiss, finally, on his lips. But it’s light, and it’s hesitant, for both of you. It feels like it’s been months, and you don’t know how you could stand to kiss anyone else.

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Seungmin wakes early the next morning. He looks at you, still sound asleep, curled up tight under the blankets, and the familiar ache in his stomach returns—the one he gets every time he has to leave you. The one he’s never actually told you about. But he’s going to get up quietly, and he’s going to pack up his things and leave without making a sound. He’ll text you later, after he leaves you waiting for a few hours, but right now he needs out of here.

The only problem with the dorm is he still won’t be alone. He deals with it, though. Jeongin forces him out to lunch, but he’s unsuccessful at figuring out what specifically is eating away at Seungmin. He has to know it has something to do with you, though, because otherwise, he wouldn't be here. Even after a few early drinks and video games, nothing comes out. He tries his best to seem okay, and the distraction of the dorm helps more than he thought it would.

By the time 8pm rolls around…then 9, then midnight, he’s surprised you haven’t sent him a single message. He worries, because that’s what he does, and then he starts to type out a text.

I think being away for a while will be good for us

The two of you are always apart, though. Why would he say that? Seungmin backspaces and starts again.

If you’re still awake, goodnight, if you’re sleeping…good morning

It’s a little more blunt than he intends, but he sends it anyway, and the read notification appears as soon as it’s delivered. Seungmin waits a few moments for you to start typing…but you don’t.

“You heading to bed?”

He turns and sees Felix peeking around the corner, a little apprehensive. Seungmin hasn’t done well at masking his sadness since he’s been here.

“Yeah, I think so”

And as soon as Felix disappears again, he goes to the kitchen and grabs two bottles of soju, and the last bottle of beer. Still, as he drinks and writes in his journal, he waits for a reply. He could just text you again, and part of him actually wants to, but he’ll force himself to wait until morning, at least.

But a few minutes later, a text does come through. It’s not from you, and it’s not from any of his dorm mates—it’s Hyunjin.

“Seungminnie!! Are you sleeping yet? I miss you! I haven’t seen you since we got back”

Hyunjin doesn’t know about Seungmin’s troubles, but if he did, he’d be very concerned. Maybe he is the one to go to; to talk to, confide in, get some advice. Any of his hyungs would be willing to help, but Hyunjin probably owes Seungmin a few hours worth of listening anyway. And he’s always a comfort.

“I’m still up… a little drunk”

“Come over!”

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Seungmin is a little surprised at himself, getting up and getting back into sweatpants to walk down the long hallway. Hyunjin begged when he initially said no, though, and Seungmin is too nice to just ignore him.

Everyone else must be asleep, because Hyunjin answers after a few soft knocks. First he peeks, just to be sure it’s Seungmin, and then he smiles as he slowly opens the door.

“We have beer, if you’re not still too drunk!” He pulls him in and walks to the kitchen, “oh, that is Chan's…we won’t touch that,” he points to an apple soju tucked away in the back.

“Okay, maybe just one beer”

“You seem tired. Well, drunk I guess. You’ve been quiet, how are things with your girl? I haven’t seen her in some time.”

Because you rarely get out to see any of them. You do go out with friends on occasion, at least that he knows of, but generally, you stay hidden away. The thought makes Seungmin pout, and again he fights the urge to text you.

“What’s that face for? Is something going on…are you two having trouble?”

Seungmin shrugs.

“How can you have trouble when you’re hardly together?”

“That’s the trouble”

Hyunjin ooohs and brings his hands down on Seungmin’s shoulders. And he squeezes. “Yes, it’s hard to maintain and keep balance when you can rarely see each other. Texts and phone calls only do so much.”

“She cheated on me”

His hands drop and his eyes grow, “cheated? Oh Seungie, I’m sorry. You guys broke up?”

“Uh, not officially”

“But you’re going to, I assume. That seems unforgivable.”

It is. It should be. You said yourself that you don’t deserve his forgiveness; that you don’t deserve him. Seungmin doesn’t see it that way, though. At least not completely.

“I feel guilty, too. I haven’t been there for her recently, not in any way.”

Hyunjin reaches again, this time grabbing Seungmin biceps and squeezing, “you do your best, I know you do. Relationships are hard, especially for us. But you’re hurting, and I don’t like that. If she did it once, she—“

“I know, I know”

He can’t imagine you doing it again, though. It could be the email, and the letter. Maybe it’s just how defeated you’ve been, and how willing you are to tell him everything—he never asked to see the messages the two of you shared, but he can read them if he wants, apparently. He doesn’t think he wants to do that, though, because he’s afraid it will just make things hurt even more.

“You deserve better than that, Min.” Hyunjin turns and heads toward his bedroom, and Seungmin follows. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

“She does take care of me, and I know she loves me”

“Seungmin…”

“Yeah?”

“Sit, let me help”

His voice is soft, but a little demanding, and Seungmin listens without protest.

“I don’t want you to forgive so easily and get hurt again”

“I’ll be okay. And I haven’t figured it out yet, anyway. I’m giving it some time.”

“Can I ask a silly question, Minnie?” Hyunjins sits and sets his hand on Seungmin’s shoulder. He squeezes, pushes his thumbs into the tight muscles.

Seungmin groans and takes a long drink of his beer, making sure he doesn’t sober up too much yet. He should’ve grabbed two. “Yeah, you can.”

“Have you…well, I know you haven’t cheated, but have you thought about it? I mean…thought about anyone else in that way? Romantically, sexually.”

If Hyunjin is trying to make it easier for him to break things off with you, that wasn’t the best question to ask. Now he thinks back to a few times he did have more than romantic thoughts about someone other than you. Men and women both. He has never acted on any of them, but he did get hard from his fantasies on several occasions, and he came spectacularly without your face in his mind. One of those times, it was the man almost sitting in his lap right now.

Seungmin feels for his phone in his pocket and pulls it out, but Hyunjin grabs for it, sets it aside, “down,” and he gently coaxes him onto stomach.

“Jin-“

“Hush, Minnie…you’re always around to help me when I need it. You always listen, you’re always so patient.”

“I try”

“I owe you”

“Do you? You’re listening to me right now…”

“Please, just a few minutes. I bet you haven’t done this in a while.”

It’s true. It feels like he hasn’t properly relaxed in a very long time, and he certainly hasn’t had time to get a massage, to sit in the sauna and clear his mind. Work has been constant, and when he isn’t working, he’s trying to sleep, he’s practicing, writing…wondering how you are. Seungmin tenses at the first real touch against his back muscles, then eases up, and sighs. “Careful, I’m ticklish”

“Oh, I know”

His hands move down slowly...roughly. He doesn’t hold back when he feels a knot on one side. Seungmin doesn’t mind the pain, only hisses and breathes through it.

“I wish I could figure this out. I know what I want to do, but at the same time I’m worried I’m going about this all wrong.”

“You’re a smart boy, you’ll probably figure things out just talking about it. This is what you need.” Hyunjin’s touch softens, and he traces back up Seungmin’s spine with his fingers, over his neck and into his hair.

Seungmin sighs again, and the sound that escapes him is a little embarrassing.

“You didn’t answer my question yet”

Hyunjin lightens up when Seungmin starts to turn onto his back, but he lets a hand run across him as he shifts down—lets his finger graze over what little bit of ass he can get to through his sweatpants. Seungmin stares awkwardly for a moment—knees up, legs open—but Hyunjin looks at him like he’s been missing him and waiting for him for weeks. Months. He’s looking at him the way you look at him.

“In my mind, yeah, I guess I’ve cheated. I’ve thought about other people, and…gotten off to them, and the fantasies.”

“Gotten off?” He smirks and licks his lips, “who do you think about, Seungmin?”

His face warms, and probably turns pink. Luckily it’s a little dark in the room. There is no way he’s going to admit to Hyunjin that he once came very, very hard watching a video of the two of them together. But the way he’s being looked at right now—studied, undressed, maybe—it’s overwhelming, thinking of you, and thinking of him. Seungmin doesn’t know whether to get up and stop this, or lean in and move things along. He shakes his head and tries not to pull back when Hyunjin grabs his hand. He doesn’t want to pull back. He keeps still and lets him touch, and massage.

Then he raises Seungmin’s knuckles to his lips, “you can stop me,” kisses across his palm and down his wrist. But he isn’t stopped, even when he pulls closer, and lips meet lips. It’s calm and it’s anxious all at once, just figuring out exactly how the other moves, and it doesn’t take long get the hang of it. They disconnect and Seungmin falls backward, and he feels wet lips press hard against his bare stomach. He decides he’s not going to stop him, but his heart is pounding, and the guilt rises up in him again when he looks down and sees a mess of dark hair spread across his torso. But he won’t stop him.

“Hyunjin?” Seungmin sighs and runs a hand across his shoulder. His cock is throbbing and pulling all the blood from his brain, and he can feel nothing but want right now. “Hyunjin.”

“Hmm…what is it, Min?” He slows down, “should I stop?”

“No, no don’t stop”

He watches as his sweats are pulled down, painfully slow, and just before Seungmin is finally free, Hyunjin peeks up at him and presses a finger to his lips.

He nods in understanding. Of course he’ll be silent, because being found together like this would make things much worse than just awkward. But as soon as the warmth of his mouth hits, Seungmin forgets everything bad that could happen, and everything bad that has happened. He sinks into the bed and feels his body melt away. And he’s drunk; he’s definitely still drunk, and he can’t believe how hard he is, considering the amount he’s had tonight. But his mind wanders—the up and down of Hyunjins mouth, the squeeze of hands on thighs and hips, it’s perfect and he’d be fine with this lasting for hours, but his mind still bounces back and forth between this, and you—your face, your voice, your mouth. And then it’s Hyunjin again, making you feel so good after so much sadness.

“Is it good, Minnie?”

Seungmin moans, and it’s so much louder than he intends, but Hyunjin only giggles as his tongue slides up and over his cock, and he’s swallowed again. Hips buck up, needing more, and Hyunjin takes every inch. Seungmin is still surprised by how hungry Hyunjin has been for this. He knows exactly what he’s doing, because he’s been waiting, and wanting.

“So good…please, I need to come”

“Mm not yet, no”

“Please”

“I need you a little bit longer”

The bed shakes a little as Hyunjin relaxes on his stomach, and Seungmin doesn’t have to look to see what’s going on—he can feel the steady strokes, and the slow, lazy kisses moving up his length, and then back down. The licks, savoring every inch of him. He‘ll have to plead more if he wants to come, and he will. A fistful of hair and a tug makes him giggle again.

“Please, please let me come, I need it so bad”

“I know, sweet Minnie, you’re so cute when you beg”

Another moan as he swallowed again, and this time Hyunjin means it. He’s good at it. The tight squeeze of his throat sets off sparks in his head, and he can’t hold on. It builds in him, and it’s been so long since he’s been here, and came like this, even with you. But he pushes the thought away for now, because his brain feels like it’s shutting down, and all the matters is this, right now; the lips wrapped around his cock, and the heat pulsing through every part of him, making him shake as he empties himself, and it takes so much to not scream, so he bites down hard on his own hand to keep this in the room.

Now it’s so quiet, it’s scary. Hands still caress his thighs, and Hyunjin’s mouth is still there, licking up anything he may have missed. Seungmin feels so sensitive, but it’s good…the soft, careful touch of his tongue. After a few moments, he finally finds the energy to prop himself up and look down.

“Lucky girl,” Hyunjin smiles and gently pulls at his sweatpants until Seungmin is covered again. “I hope she does that for you whenever you want.”

You do, and as the feeling slowly returns to the rest of his body, and his mind catches up, he sees your face as you kneel for him, or as you sneak under the covers to finish waking him up.

“What are you thinking about, puppy?” Hyunjin’s head rests comfortably on Seungmin’s hip, “hmm? I see big thoughts moving around up there.”

He sees right, and he feels guilty needing you after what he just did. But maybe he should feel like this, because that’s what you felt, getting yourself into the mess you made and trying to run away at the last minute. But Seungmin didn’t run, and he’s perfectly comfortable right now, and the strangest part is how easy, and how fast it was.

“Thinking about her?”

Seungmin looks down, “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay”

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chanrmer · 2 years

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Morning Jolt

⦿ Office AU

⦿ Pair: Hwang Hyunjin x Kim Seungmin

⦿ Written in Bahasa Semi-Formal

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kangaroosmile · 1 year

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Reading for you 🎄

description: After a long walk in the snow Seungmin and Hyunjin are having a calm evening on the sofa in front of their fireplace.

pairing: Hyunjin x Seungmin

genre: boyfriends, anniversary, fireplace, reading, Hyunjin is whipped for Seungmins voice,

word count: ~0,8k

Do you want to read the other Advent Calendar days? Here is the Masterlist 24 to 25

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“Come on, open the door a bit faster.”

“Stop whining, Hyung”, hissed Seungmin but without any malice in his voice. “My hands are too cold. I have no grip on the key.” After some more trying Seungmin had finally got hold of the keyhole and one second later they stumbled into the hallway of the little house Seungmin had booked for their one year anniversary.

"Warm", sighed Hyunjin and kept still for a moment, a wide smile appeared on his lips. Seungmin watched Hyunjin for a moment before he slowly got out if his outdoor clothes. He should have worn something warmer but he would do it again if that means he could walk through the snow-covered forest with Hyunjin holding his hand. Hyunjin also started to get out of his outdoor clothes and when he finished he leaned in and stole a kiss from Seungmin.

"Hyung", whined the younger man but all Hyunjin could do was laugh. For Seungmin it was still new to share physical contact in the more intimate way, which included kissing and even holding hands. At least for Seungmin. Seungmin had never been interested in any kind of relationship until he met Hyunjin. They had been friends first and it took Seungmin a few years till he noticed the shift his feelings had made over the time. But now they were together for a year and Seungmin wanted to do something special so he booked a little woodhouse for a few nights and invited Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's hands were still cold when he grabbed Seungmins and pulled him further into the holiday house.

"I will warm up the soup we made earlier", Hyunjin explained. "I will warm it up and you take care of the fireplace." As Seungmin nodded, Hyunjin let go of his hands and walked into the kitchen. Slowly Seungmin walked into the living room. It was still warm from the fire they had made in the morning. Seungmin let out a satisfied sigh as he walked further into the room and kneeled down in front of the fireplace. The owner of the house had shown Seungmin how to make a fire and after the second time doing so he had no problem in creating one.

Just as Seungmin stood up again, Hyunjin entered the room with two steaming bowls. With a big smile Hyunjin handed over one bowl and sat down in front of the coffee table. The younger man turned on his soft christmas songs playlist and sat down next to Hyunjin.

"Thanks again for giving me such a sweet one year anniversary", whispered Hyunjin in-between two bits.

"Hyung you already thanked me enough for that", Seungmin muttered and felt how his ears grew warmer.

"But you know…", Hyunjin stopped himself and looked out of the window for a moment. "I want you to know that I mean it. In the past relationships I had my partners would have never done something like this so I'm really grateful for it." Careful Seungmin intertwined their fingers and smiled at the slightly older man.

"Good that you are in a relationship with me now and not with these idiots anymore." Hyunjin couldn't hold back a giggle as he leaned in a bit and 6laid his head on Sungmin's shoulder.

"I couldn't be luckier." For a moment Seungmin hesitated but then placed a soft kiss on Hyunjins head.

Later that night, while Hyunjin did his face cleaning routine, Seungmin made himself comfortable on the sofa with a book in his hands and a blanket all over him. When Hyunjin entered the room a few minutes later he was already wearing his sleeping clothes. Without looking up Seungmin lifted his blanket and let Hyunjin crawl under it too.

"What are you reading?" At first Seungmin didn't respond, but it was nothing new to Hyunjin. Years ago he had learned that Seungmin stopped answering whenever he read a book. Sometimes it took a whole chapter till he had gotten an answer from the older one.

"The next short story… is called A Christmas Carol", explained Seungmin after he had read the last page.

"Will you read it out loud?"

"You can read yourself, can't you?" Others would think Seungmin was annoyed but Hyunjin knew better. He turned around so that he could face his boyfriend now and looked at him with puppy eyes.

"But I love listening to your voice." At that Seungmin rolled his eyes but a little smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay but turn around again." With a giggle, Hyunjin nodded, kissed Seungmin on his lips and turned back. He let out a long sigh and laid his head against Seungmins chest. The latter stayed silent for a moment, his heartbeat fast and a dumb smile on his face before he started to read. In the backround the sounds of cracking fire.

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You can find more of my stories under Stray Kids Masterlist

#stray kids #skz #kpop #hyunjin #seungmin #hyunjin x seungmin #skz x skz #fluff #fireplace #reading

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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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baby-yongbok · 2 months

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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

✧ Masterlist ✧

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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wegc · 4 months

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ . . . FAKE TEXTS ! PRINCESS TREATMENT WITH STRAY KIDS !

PAIRING: OT8 X READER

WARNINGS: swearing, semi-nsfw for jisung and jeongin, mostly fluff

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ hi, my name is iris and this is my first post on this account hehe. i write for stray kids only and am a mostly nsfw blog. if you plan on following me, please note that my blog is 18+. i hope you guys like this ! feel free to give feedback and reveal your thoughts in my inbox <3

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luvyeni · 4 months

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ʚ : SKZ TEXTING YOU "WHAT POSITION YALL IN?" ₊̣ !

— cw. mentions of sex , suggestive language

authors note. this was a request but i had to delete the post cost it wasnt letting me upload anything.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

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diddybok · 5 months

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

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

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

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

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

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chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

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ʚ hope you enjoyed ^.^ you can support me by liking, commenting and reblogging! it is heavily appreciated ᵕ̈ ɞ

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

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iwassupremacy · 2 months

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Accidentally sexting bestfriend!Stray kids

Stray kids x reader

Fake texts!

Warnings: suggestive, maybe even smutty? Idk there’s no actual action but like… it’s very specific, mentions of: oral (f and m receiving), daddy kink, dom and sub dynamics, finger fucking, sending nudes (don’t be stupid guys; at least never show your face or noticeable traits!)

Bang Chan

Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Lee Felix

Kim Seungmin

Yang Jeongin

Let me know what you think! This is my first time posting something like this and only my second post in general, so I would really appreciate some feedback and interaction

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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maybe, i like you

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

pairing: bsf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: none?

©daaawnnn

reblogs are appreciated!

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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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