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summary: an unexpected text message from chan leads to minho’s family gaining a new member. but when feelings get in the way, minho starts wondering if four can be a magic number, too...

pairing: human owner!minho x cat hybrid!felix x cat hybrid!reader x hamster hybrid!jisung

genre: angst if you squint, fluff, smut

warnings: mentions of past abuse (e.g. beating, yelling, mentions of blood, injuries, abandonment), swearing, kissing, tickling, implied hacking, hugging, slight jealousy, biting, grinding, master/sir kink, fingering, eating out, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex/creampie, cum-stuffing, overstimulation, aftercare, cheating (but not really?), handjob, finger-sucking, blowjob, size kink, praise kink, corruption kink, hickeys, begging, edging, bondage (with a belt), tons of pet names, silly jokes & the L-word (pls lmk if i missed anything triggering)

author’s note: the title is once again inspired by the neighbourhood’s song softcore; there are lots of references to real-life skz quotes (if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read), as well as batcat, rihanna, the originals, tiktoks, memes, you name it

word count: 8.1k

part one

chan & seungmin’s story

changbin, hyunjin & jeongin’s story

Lee Know's POV

If Minho could choose one word to describe his life, it would be the word perfect. After having adopted the cat hybrid Y/N and the hamster hybrid Jisung, he finally had something to look forward to before going home. He felt like through them, he had found his purpose. Before, it was just the same old monotonous existence: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But when he was blessed by Jisung and Y/N's pleasant company, his heart had grown in size. He couldn't remember what it was like before they'd become a crucial part of his life. Looking after them gave him more meaning than any other activity. And what made him even happier was how much affection they had for each other.

One evening, he got a really shocking text message from his best friend Chan. As a fellow hybrid owner, Minho could often confide in him and he believed Chan understood him better than anyone.

My only hyung 🐺: Minho, I need your help! I was driving and suddenly something jumped in the middle of the road. Luckily, I managed to stop in the last second. When I got out of my car, I saw this kid who looked like he'd been abused and then abandoned. His entire face and body were covered in blood. I think he's a cat hybrid. I would take him home but I'm afraid Seungmin, being a dog hybrid and all that, will scare him even further. Can you give him a place to crash? Just for one night, I'll figure something out tomorrow.

Minho quickly responded that he's on his way and hurriedly grabbed his car keys. When he finally arrived at the location Chan had sent him, Minho noticed that his friend had managed to help the cat hybrid by wrapping some bandages to the best of his abilities and putting some ointment from the first aid kit.

"Wait, why didn't you drive him to a hospital?" Minho wondered.

"He kept frantically repeating no hospitals. Maybe he's afraid the ones who did this to him will find him easily, I don't know."

"Fucking assholes," Minho grunted.

"Language!" Chan scolded his younger friend.

"So, what now?"

"It's getting pretty late and the kid can use some sleep. You can drive him to your apartment, right?"

"Sure. I doubt Jisung and Y/N would mind."

"Besides, it's just for one night," Chan reminded him. "We'll look into this further and hopefully, find him a caring home."

Minho nodded absent-mindedly. He didn't even know the cat hybrid's name and yet he already wanted to keep him. For more than one night.

Felix's POV

Felix couldn't stop himself from shivering. He wasn't particularly cold but he was terrified of what this new guy who'd just appeared out of nowhere might do to him. Wherever he went, there was no escape from humans. His owners had been the worst, always beating him and yelling at him. When they decided to ditch him in some forest, he was actually happy that he would be free from them. Sure, his bones hurt like hell but at least, now they could no longer touch him. But then, the hunger arrived and Felix thought it would be a great idea to ask a random stranger for a snack. Only...things didn't work out the way he'd hoped they would.

"Do you have a name?" the guy driving the car asked.

"F-felix," he replied.

"Well, Felix, it doesn't look like you've had a particularly happy life. But I hope I can change that."

Felix shuddered at the thought. The only thing that would make him happy was to be left alone.

"I'm Minho, by the way."

"I know, Chan-hyung told me as much."

Though he hadn't spent that much time with Chan, Felix knew he'd miss him. He was so kind and gentle to him. Why did he have to leave him in the hands of this new guy who looked like he could eat him for dinner?

"Don't worry, you'll see him again," Minho said, as if he'd read Felix's mind.

"I will?"

"Duh, he's my best friend. And I'm sure he wants what's best for you."

"Why did he leave me to you, then?" Felix asked, assuming that Minho wasn't it.

"I'll show you."

And show him, he did. Upon walking inside Minho's apartment, Felix was immediately greeted by three lovely creatures rubbing against his legs.

"You have a lot of cats," Felix pointed out dumbly.

"I have a thing about strays," Minho smirked. "And you haven't even seen Y/N, she's just like you."

"You...have a cat hybrid?" Felix was pleasantly surprised he would meet another of his kind.

"Have is probably not the right word. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh."

"And you'll also meet Jisung, he's my boyfriend."

"Is he...also a hybrid?" Felix guessed correctly.

"Let's just say...I hope you don't eat hamsters."

"Relax, that's not my cup of tea," Felix chuckled. "Do you have anything sweet, though?"

"How do you feel about brownies?"

Felix's eyes lit up with excitement. Okay, maybe staying here wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Reader's POV

"We'll have a new hybrid friend?" you beamed happily when Minho shared the news with you and Jisung.

"I mean...Chan said it'll only be for one night but when have I ever done as Chan said?"

"Like, never," Jisung snorted.

"Exactly. Do you guys want to meet him now or in the morning?"

"Are you kidding? I can't wait that long!" you squealed.

"Yeah, but you gotta be really careful, he's been through some bad shit."

"So have we," Jisung reminded him. "Don't worry, we'll make him feel at home."

Minho led you and Jisung to the kitchen where the new hybrid was munching on some brownies, an adorable grin splattered on his face.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and this is Jisung!" you chirped impatiently, announcing your presence.

The hybrid flinched, surprised by the warm welcome. Soon enough, he recovered from the brief shock and introduced himself, as well.

"Hello, I'm Felix. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Jisung added. "Um, how are you feeling?"

Felix looked down at himself, as if to subtly point out the wretched state he was in.

"I mean...I've had worse."

"Sorry, my social skills are kinda rusty," Jisung scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"That's alright. Honestly, I'm too tired to maintain a conversation so I'll probably pass out in a bit."

"Oh, that's perfectly understandable," you replied. "We didn't want to disturb you, Felix."

"We'll talk again tomorrow, yeah?" Felix needed to make sure.

"Anytime you want," you reassured him. "Get some rest."

"Good night, then," Jisung responded, a bit crestfallen because of the brevity of their first encounter with Felix.

Han's POV

"So much for making him feel at home," Jisung sighed when he was alone with Y/N.

"Hey, it took you some time to open up, as well. Don't overthink it, I'm sure things will gradually get better."

"Overthinking is my middle name, sweetheart," Jisung rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek playfully.

"Yeah, well, being there for you is mine," she giggled and squeezed him into a tight hug.

"That's one hell of a long middle name, but I'll let it slide 'cause you're adorable."

"Damn right, I am," Y/N smirked and let her boyfriend (well, one of them) rest his head on her tummy, as she caressed his fluffy hair.

"If anyone told me I would live with two cat hybrids and three cats a year ago, I wouldn't have believed them," Jisung mused out loud.

"If anyone told me I would resist the urge to devour your sweet cheeks, I wouldn't have believed them, either," Y/N joked.

"Not funny."

"Admit it, you like my depraved sense of humour."

"I don't know how I'm letting you get away with this."

"Oh, you think you have power over me, ahjussi?" she teased him relentlessly.

"Yah, who are you calling ahjussi?" Jisung groaned and suddenly, instead of using her belly as a pillow, he started attacking her with tickles.

"Stahppp," Y/N pleaded through her laughter. "Okay, okay, I take it back."

"How am I to be addressed?"

"HANdsome (pun-intended 😉), you like to be called handsome."

"Do you need another reminder?"

"Nope, I learned my lesson, handsome," Y/N insisted, admitting defeat.

Finally, Jisung mercifully stopped tickling her and soon enough, they were back to cuddling.

Lee Know's POV

The following morning, Minho had just finished preparing the breakfast for his family when the doorbell rang. He hurried to open and was greeted by his best friend Chan.

"What are you doing here so early?"

"Listen, I looked into the hybrid owners database and managed to find the address of the monsters who tormented Felix and then ditched him in the middle of nowhere."

"I mean...that's great but did you get any sleep?" Minho was worried for his friend's health. "Also, how on earth did you get access to the hybrid owners database?"

"I...have my ways. And there was no time for sleep. We have to hurry and put them on trial for their abusive behaviour. If Felix testifies-"

"Whoa, there! Aren't you getting ahead of yourself? I mean, we gotta ask Felix what he wants."

Minho gently knocked on the room Felix was currently occupying. Since they wanted to make his first night at the new place as comfortable as possible, Y/N generously offered her own room and stayed with Jisung. Knowing them, Minho was certain they felt more than happy together.

"Good morning, Felix. Someone's here to see you," Minho announced as soon as Felix opened the door.

The younger boy shivered, probably expecting his owners had come for him.

"Please, don't let them take me away," he sobbed.

"What? No one's taking you anywhere without your consent. Chan-hyung wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh. Okay," Felix's tensed muscles visibly relaxed and he followed Minho out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Hey, little one," Chan greeted Felix affectionately. The cat hybrid excitedly ran towards Chan so that he could be closer to him. Minho marveled at the immediate connection between his best friend and the younger boy. He hoped with time, Felix would warm up to him, as well. "How are you holding up?"

"Much better than yesterday, hyung," Felix grinned. "What did you want to tell me?"

"I found your former...well, you know. I was wondering if you would like to sue them. If we take photos of your injuries and get your testimony, I'm sure justice will prevail and they will be punished for their wrongdoings against you."

"I can't face them again. Not in court, not ever, Please, don't make me-"

"Don't worry," Minho intervened passionately. "We won't force you to do anything. Right, hyung?"

Chan, who had spent the entire night looking for those terrible people, seemed a bit disappointed by the outcome. However, he realized how traumatic this can be for Felix, and nodded.

"Of course not."

Felix beamed and said:

"I'll go wash up but I'll be right back."

"So, what are we going to do now?" Chan inquired, lowering his voice. "We have to find him a home."

"Look around. This is a perfectly respectable home," Minho reasoned.

"No offense, but you already have a lot on your plate. Two hybrids, not to mention three cats. Are you sure you can handle another hybrid?"

"I don't see why not," Minho shrugged.

"Still, I would like to make things easier for you. How about shared custody over Felix?"

"But, hyung, it's not like we're divorced," Minho scoffed.

"Are you going to accept my help or are you going to argue over semantics?" Chan asked with a serious tone.

"Fine, Felix can stay with you occasionally. But what are you going to do about Seungmin and Maple?"

"If you managed to discipline Y/N to not scare Jisung, I'm confident I can do the same with-"

"With your hellhounds?" Minho finished the sentence.

Chan sighed but before he could reprimand his friend for being a dick, Felix returned from the bathroom.

"I have returned from the water realm," Felix announced cheerfully, his hair slightly wet and his bare face adorned with little stars. Minho couldn't stop himself from staring at him.

Felix's POV

Felix noticed there was an awkward silence that had befallen between Minho and Chan, so he wondered if they had been talking about him. Had they been discussing his fate? Were they going to put him up for adoption in one of those shelters for hybrids?

"What's up? Cat got your tongues?" Felix joked in an attempt to dissolve the tension in the room.

"We're going to make you an offer," Minho said. "You can...stay with me for some time and you can also stay with Chan-hyung."

"What's the alternative?" Felix inquired sadly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Chan was confused.

"Are you going to ask someone else to adopt me?"

"Only if that's what you want," Minho explained. "We would like to look after you, if you'll allow us."

"But...why?" Felix, who had been through so much pain, couldn't afford to allow himself to hope, to dream of a better future. One where he didn't have to live in fear. One where he would feel safe at all times. He couldn't afford it and yet, it was so tempting.

"Because you deserve your life to be true to your name, Felix," Minho smiled gently. "Scratch that, even if you had a different name, we would still like to help you lead a happy existence."

"I couldn't agree more. We are here for you, Felix. We will always be here when you need us," Chan insisted and Felix couldn't stop his tears from coming out of his eyes. He was so touched by their kindness and caring words that he no longer cared if he would get hurt again. He just wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as possible. And even if it ended, he would still treasure it forever.

"Then, if you'll have me, I would like to stay," Felix cried out and rushed into Minho and Chan's arms. Minho caressed his head softly, while Chan stroked his back.

"You'll always have a home with us, kitten," Minho promised.

"I'm not gonna leave you behind," Chan whispered.

And Felix, despite everything he'd endured, despite his brain screaming at him not to trust humans ever again, instinctively knew they were telling the truth.

Reader's POV

Soon enough, you noticed that Felix gradually started to open up. At first, you welcomed his warm side and spent a lot of time baking with him or watching movies together or going to the park. The fact that you two were cat hybrids naturally made you bond closer. In addition, Felix and you adored playing with Minho's cats, as it was a shared activity you both enjoyed very much. However, as the days went by, you realized that Minho had become less and less attentive towards you and Jisung. He barely talked to you anymore. It was as if Felix was the air he breathed. You wondered if Jisung shared your observations. However, Felix was such a sweetheart it was impossible to hate him. And yet, your jealous side had come to the surface and it was refusing to crawl back down. So, during the rare moments when your human boyfriend decided to grant you with his divine presence, you decided to ignore him and see how long it would take for him to notice something was wrong.

One afternoon, while Jisung and Felix were playing video games, Minho tried to strike up a conversation with you.

"Hey, kitten, what are you doing?"

You stared at the TV, not reacting to his question in any way.

"Is it that interesting?" Minho asked with suspicion but to your misfortune, it was just the ads. There wasn't anything engaging to use as an excuse.

Still, you remained silent.

"Are you...mad at me?" he kept trying to coax an answer out of you.

Yet again, you said nothing.

"Fine, don't talk to me," Minho rolled his eyes.

Uh-oh. You had hoped he would quickly realize why you were acting like this, but instead, you'd made him upset. Instantly, you felt guilty for briefly giving him the silent treatment and figured it wouldn't solve anything. So, if you wanted things to change, you would have to communicate your feelings.

"I'm not angry at you, I'm angry at myself," you whispered nervously.

"What happened?" Minho inquired.

"It's stupid, really," you mumbled.

"Hey, no, don't do that," he scolded you gently. "Tell me what's up."

"It's just...ever since Felix got here, you barely talk to me and Jisung. And I guess I was feeling a little left out and...jealous," you finally admitted.

"Oh, kitty-cat, why didn't you just say so?" Minho sighed and stroked your hair. "I promise you I'll try my best to spend more time with you. Besides, Chan-hyung's been on my ass for weeks, begging me to let Felix stay at his place more often. I never meant to hurt you, though."

"It's not your fault. I guess I got a bit insecure, because Felix is so nice and funny, so I kept thinking you no longer cared about me."

"Believe me, I will never stop caring about you. The only reason why I paid more attention to Felix recently is because I felt like he needed me, while you and Jisung have each other."

"Just because we have each other doesn't mean we don't need you."

"I'm right here. Don't ever doubt the capacity of my heart again."

"I will have that in mind," you smiled and buried your head into his chest.

Minho allowed this tenderness to happen for the briefest of seconds and then, kissed you passionately, biting on your lower lip. You wrapped your hands around his neck because you desperately needed something to ground you.

"Fuck, how I've missed this," you whispered the thoughts you'd been keeping to yourself into his mouth.

"All you need to do is ask," he smiled and pushed your body against the couch, using one hand to hold your wrists. Simultaneously, he grinded against you, making you all hot and bothered. He wanted you to crave him and you weren't sure how long you'd be able to resist the urge to beg. "Do you remember our first meeting?"

You blinked, a bit confused why he was bringing this up in such a situation, but decided that if you wanted to receive what you had been yearning for, you would have to play by his rules.

"How could I forget? It was quite literally a life-changing experience," you smiled.

"When I told you my name, what did you ask me?" Minho kept insisting.

"Um, I...got surprised you wanted me to call you by your name. And I wondered whether you'd prefer to be addressed as something else, like master or sir."

"And what did I tell you after that, kitten?"

"Not in this context, no," you quoted him correctly. "Wait, why are you asking me about this right now?"

"Come on, angel, I know you're smarter than that."

The epiphany suddenly hit you. And you were overcome by a strong fit of laughter.

"Oh. OH, you want me to call you-"

"If you don't like it, I won't force you to-" Minho responded grumpily, as if embarrassed because of your giggles. As if he thought you were making fun of him, which was so far from the truth.

"I never said I don't like it...master," you dutifully purred.

"Fuck, what are you doing to me?" Minho groaned and kissed you once again, more fervently than ever. Then, before you could argue (not that you had any reason to do so), he slid his hand inside your shorts, meaning to touch you rightaway. "Wet already?"

Though he phrased it like a question, it was more of an observation.

"That all for me, baby?" another inquiry with a self-explanatory answer, so you didn't bother responding. However, Minho considered your silence to be very rude, considering how nicely he was treating you and working towards your pleasure. "I asked you a question, darling."

"Yes, it's all for you, sir," you whimpered helplessly.

"That's what I like to hear," Minho smirked and continued rubbing your folds until you saw stars in broad daylight. A couple of moments later, you begged:

"Please, let me suck you off, master, please?"

"Nuh-uh, some other time. You thought I wasn't giving you enough attention? Well, I'm intent on proving you wrong."

"But-" you opened your mouth but you were immediately cut off.

"Good kittens don't oppose their masters. Are you going to be a good kitten?"

"Yes, sir, I promise," you practically mewled.

"That's what I thought," Minho grinned and pulled your shorts, along with your panties, to your ankles. Then, he dived his head between your legs and began licking your pussy like he'd been starving for ages. The pressure building up was so strong you had to grip his hair. You were grateful he didn't scold you for it.

"M'so close," you cried out.

He didn't register your words and just kept attacking you with his tongue until you came for the second time. After giving you some time to recover, Minho wanted to know:

"Can you take one more for me, sweetest?"

"Please, I need you inside me, master," you sighed wistfully.

"There's my good girl," he praised you and quickly unzipped his jeans. Opening your legs wider for him, he entered you in one swift motion, causing you to gasp. He looked worried for a second, but you hurried to reassure him:

"You can move, Min, I'm okay."

"I haven't even fucked you dumb yet and you already forgot how to address me," Minho tsked with disappointment in his voice. Then, he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel lightheaded but not tight enough to actually endanger your life. "Do you need a reminder?"

"No, sir, I'm sorry, sir," you managed to croak out. He seemed satisfied and loosened his grip on your neck, focusing on his own needs for once. And he started moving inside you, gripping your thighs so that your legs were resting on his shoulders. At first, he kept a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow. But then, as he got closer to his own high, his movements became more erratic and sporadic.

"I can pull out if you-" Minho as a way of warning you he was close.

"Fill me up, please, master, I want it," you begged and as soon as you'd given him the green light, he came inside you. Your third orgasm arrived seconds later, shattering you completely and irrevocably. Staying inside you a couple more moments and then, Minho withdrew from you. As your leg muscles relaxed, you could see his cum threatening to spill out of you. However, your boyfriend seemed to have other plans. Using his long fingers to gather some of it, he stuffed you full once more.

"Can't let it go to waste, kitten," he said with a wink. Nevertheless, what seemed like a simple process soon turned into him trying to send you over the edge again. But you were too sensitive and no longer felt pleasure from it, so you started crying.

"S'too much, please, stop, I can't," you slurred. Minho's fingers immediately left you and he scooped you up into a hug.

"Oh dear, my gorgeous girl, did I hurt you?"

"No, it's just...I couldn't...I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"Don't ever apologize to me, yeah? You did nothing wrong, I should have stopped earlier. Guess I was too greedy for you, huh?"

You chuckled lightly and were on the verge of melting when he kissed your cheek softly.

"What do you need? A warm bath? Sleep?"

"Both, but can you first hold me for a while? I don't have the energy to move."

"Anything you wish, my angel," Minho promised and cuddled you gently.

Han's POV

"Ugh, I wish these walls were soundproof," Jisung groaned loudly.

"I think they're pretty cute," Felix shrugged.

"They've been at it like rabbits for hours," Jisung rolled his eyes. "We should steal a strand of Minho's hair, run a DNA test and check if he has some bunny hybrid blood in his ancestry."

Felix giggled at his friend's humorous suggestion.

"I don't know about that but I think Minho-hyung definitely has something feline in him."

Jisung chuckled as well and gave Felix a high five for playing along.

"I'm glad they made up, though."

"They fought?!" Felix was visibly confused by this information.

"Well, not really, but I could tell Y/N was kinda upset Minho's been paying so much attention to you," Jisung explained patiently.

"Wait...then, why aren't you mad? I mean, he's your boyfriend, too."

"I don't get jealous because I know Minho'll always be on my side. No matter what," Jisung replied confidently.

"Oh," Felix murmured with longing. "It must be nice to have that special someone. I think all three of you are so lucky."

"Do you want to experience it, as well?" Jisung immediately caught on, successfully sensing Felix's emotions.

"What do you have in mind?" Felix asked curiously.

"Just follow my plan and you'll see," Jisung smirked, a brilliant idea already forming in his head.

Later, Jisung approached Minho with an unusual question.

"Do you even know the meaning of jealousy, honey?"

"What are you talking about?" Minho's brows furrowed, as this inquiry came out nowhere.

"I have a theory there are only three emotions living inside you. Happiness, sadness and anger," Jisung began putting his plan in motion.

"That's not true, I also have...you know how I feel about you and Y/N," Minho replied vaguely. "Don't make me say it."

"Okay, okay," Jisung raised his arms in pretend surrender. "Next question."

"What is this, a job interview?"

"Will you hear the question or not?" Jisung insisted, getting slightly aggravated by his boyfriend.

Minho nodded unwillingly.

"Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if I kissed Felix?"

Minho tried to not appear surprised.

"I would hypothetically shrug it off," he responded calmly.

"You wouldn't get angry or accuse me of cheating?" Jisung eyed him suspiciously.

"It's technically not considered cheating," Minho narrowed his usually wide eyes.

"Care to explain what you mean by that?"

"I mean...if we leave the whole discourse of whether kissing is cheating aside, I wouldn't view it as cheating because I would know about it beforehand. Why would you ask me something like that unless you were already planning on kissing Felix? Hypothetically, of course."

Jisung appeared satisfied with Minho's answer so he kept going. He was so close to making everyone in this home happier than ever.

"And would you hypothetically kiss Felix, as well? If given the opportunity."

"Only if he wants me to kiss him," Minho, forever the king of consent, replied.

"Perfect!" Jisung was beaming with excitement and finally disclosed the first step of his grand scheme. "Then, we can both start courting him! In a totally real, non-hypothetical way."

"Aren't you forgetting something important?" Minho was quick to dissolve the fantasy that Jisung had already painted in his mind. "What would Y/N think about all this?"

"Trust me, she's totally whipped for Felix," Jisung waved him off. "But she probably won't do anything about it 'cause she'll think of it as betraying us. So, if we make our advances obvious enough, she might grow bolder when it comes to her interest in Felix."

"Are you suggesting we trick her?"

"It's not really tricking someone if it's for the common good," Jisung insisted.

"What about Felix? Do you think there's a chance of our affections for him being...requited?"

"My hamster hybrid senses are tingling, so I'm pretty sure he'll fall for us if he hasn't already."

"There is no such thing as hamster hybrid senses, you just made that up, honey," Minho called out his boyfriend lovingly.

Felix's POV

Felix noticed that his Minho-hyung and Jisung had started acting different around him. Whenever Minho had cooked meat, he would give Felix the best pieces. Felix felt this was unfair so he always tried to share his pieces with Y/N but she didn't seem to mind that Felix was getting special treatment and yet, expressed her opinion that she preferred milk. Minho would also bring him random gifts even if there wasn't a particular occasion. As for Jisung, while he previously spent a lot of time in the room he was sharing with Y/N, he would now visit Felix quite often. Before that the two boys would mostly play video games together or watch movies, but now Jisung appeared intent on complimenting him 24/7 and saying weird stuff about the stars on his face. All of this made Felix feel quite flustered. On the one hand, he was enjoying all the attention the older boys were giving him. On the other hand, he felt slightly guilty because he didn't want his Y/N-noona to get upset like before. She was always so kind to him, letting him rant about how terrible his life had been before. Felix thought she was a great listener.

One afternoon, while Felix was minding his own business, making cookies, as one does, he felt unexpected movement behind him, followed by Minho wrapping his arms tightly around his back.

"W-what are you doing, M-minho-hyung?" Felix stammered in surprise.

"I'm just hugging you from behind. Is that okay with you?" Minho's velvety voice responded in a perfectly composed manner.

"I mean...yeah. It was just a bit sudden."

"Sudden?" Minho scoffed mockingly. "Don't pretend you have no idea what you're doing to me."

Felix felt something hard pressing against his ass and his cheeks flushed with colour. He gulped nervously, unable to think logically.

"Hyuuung," Felix whined. "This isn't right."

"Relax, I won't do anything to you. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Felix clung onto that one word like it was a straw and he was a drowning man.

"Unless you want me to do something to you. Unless you ask me nicely."

"It's not that I don't want you, hyung," Felix semi-confessed. "But you're dating Jisung and Y/N..."

"They'll be fine with it, trust me," Minho tried to reassure the younger boy.

"They will?" Felix asked doubtfully.

"I'm sure they like you, too. The question is, what do you like? Or perhaps, who?"

Felix finally gathered the courage to turn around and face Minho as he said the following words:

"I like you. And Y/N-noona. And Jisung. I like everyone. Is that...greedy of me?"

Felix looked down in shame, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact he'd spoken his most intimate thoughts out loud. Minho, however, seemed to have another preference, so he used one finger to lift Felix's chin up.

"It's not. It just means you have great taste," Minho announced triumphantly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Y-yes, please."

Minho didn't wait any longer and he pressed his lips against Felix's, gently exploring his mouth with his tongue. Felix felt like if he didn't grab something, he would pass out, so he wrapped his hands around Minho's neck, pulling him closer. Air was optional. Felix was willing to drown into the depth of this kiss. Minho was the first to put distance between their mouths but only because there was so much more he wanted to do to and with Felix.

"Can I touch you?"

"You can do anything to me," Felix immediately agreed without thinking and Minho didn't need to be told twice. He sneaked his hand inside Felix's pants and wrapped it around his semi-hardened length, stroking him effortlessly until Felix was moaning into Minho's neck and begging for the sweet release to come faster.

"Pleeease, I'll be good, please let me come," he whined.

"Do you like being that loud? Do you get off on thinking Jisung and Y/N may hear you?"

Felix immediately froze. Even though Minho had told him his boyfriend and girlfriend wouldn't mind, he still felt like he was doing something forbidden. But his neediness was stronger than any shame he might have experienced.

"Shut me up, then," he challenged with a mischievous grin.

Minho chuckled, amused by Felix's behaviour.

"You don't know what you just signed up for," he warned threateningly. Felix thought he was devastatingly handsome. Then, Minho stuck two of the fingers on his free hand into Felix's mouth. "Now be a good boy for me, suck on them and keep quiet for me, yeah?"

Felix nodded dutifully and focused his attention on successfully achieving the task at hand (pun-intended). Before he could get them wet enough, Minho increased the speed of his other hand's movements. Soon enough, Felix released himself, probably making a huge mess.

"What do you want to do next?" Minho asked.

"I want to make you come in my mouth," Felix said directly. His initial hesitation and stammering had somehow vanished.

"Felix, you don't have to-" Minho started, overwhelmed by Felix's determination.

"I know. But I still want to," Felix insisted and dropped on his knees, pulling Minho's jeans down. He couldn't stop his jaw from dropping upon seeing the size of it.

"Aww, what's wrong, sweetie?" Minho cooked mockingly. "Afraid it won't fit?"

"We'll make it fit," Felix replied bravely and began running his tongue up and down Minho's length. Then, he hungrily sucked on the tip, swirling his tongue around and trying to figure out what worked best for Minho.

"Shit," he groaned with pleasure and dug his nails into the scalp of Felix's hair.

Felix smirked at the revelation he was doing a good job and kept repeating the same movements, occasionally trying to fit more of it into his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, though, Felix couldn't take it all but he decided that was an aim for another day. His current goal was to make Minho come. He sucked on it more passionately and began humming against his cock, the vibrations sending bursts of pleasure to Minho's brain. Soon enough, Minho reached his high, barely managing to stand straight. However, he pulled away too quickly and before Felix could close his mouth, some of Minho's cum began spilling out of his mouth, mixed with Felix's drooling. The younger boy looked up at his hyung.

"Did I do good?" he asked with pleading eyes.

"You did great, Lix. You're the best boy," Minho caressed his cheek, ruffled his hair and helped him up on his feet, grabbing some tissues to gently wipe Felix's mouth. That was the action that brought Felix back to reality. And he noticed something very concerning.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed in a panicked tone.

"What's wrong?" Minho was worried he'd done something to hurt this precious angel.

"My cookies. They burned," Felix explained with a sad expression.

Reader's POV

You only wanted to get some milk from the fridge. You didn't expect to hear all these sounds and see all these interesting things in the kitchen. You stayed there for a couple of moments wondering if they'd notice you but Minho and Felix seemed too preoccupied with...whatever they had going on. What confused you to no end was that you didn't feel any jealousy upon witnessing Felix in your boyfriend's embrace. On the contrary, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. And the only person you were comfortable confiding in was Jisung. So, you went back to the room you were sharing with the hamster hybrid because you needed to talk.

"Ji, you won't believe what I just saw!" you exclaimed.

"Try me," Jisung smirked knowingly.

"Minho and Felix were making out in the kitchen! Right in front my hypothetical salad!"

"What salad?" Jisung was confused.

"Nevermind the salad. The point is...I didn't feel angry or jealous. To be honest, it was kinda hot. Oh, who am I kidding? It was very hot. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?" you ranted.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It just proves my suspicions were correct and you are attracted to Felix, as well."

"As well?" you repeated.

"Yeah, Minho and I have a bit of a crush on him. Also, I'm so glad you don't feel angry. That means my idea to get us all together will be a tremendous success!"

"Wait...you planned all this?" you gaped in surprise.

"Guilty as charged," Jisung shrugged.

"What about Felix? How does he feel...about me?" you gathered enough courage to ask.

"Judging by my conversations with him, he views all three of us as desirable partners."

"Desirable? What is this, a Jane Austen novel?" you teased your boyfriend.

"Shh, don't act like you're not the biggest Pride and Prejudice nerd," Jisung called you out affectionately.

"Welp...since I can't go against you for making this plan behind my back, I can at least give Minho something to look at next time I get the opportunity," you grinned mischievously.

"Go get him, tiger," Jisung rooted for you.

"Don't you dare tell him a word or I'm gonna...throw rocks through your window."

"Did you just TikTok-threaten me?"

"Consider yourself warned, handsome," you winked.

Han's POV

Jisung was watching funny hamster videos on his phone when his benevolent boyfriend decided to grace him with his elite presence.

"Hi," Minho greeted him awkwardly. Oh, that was amusing. Jisung had never seen him so painfully nervous. It was kinda cute. Okay, nevermind, it was very cute.

"Hi?" Jisung repeated, prompting him to speak his mind.

"Um, so I kinda just cheated on you and Y/N," Minho blurted out.

"First of all, you were the one who said it technically doesn't count as cheating," Jisung reminded him. "Second of all, this whole thing was MY idea and yet, you somehow got your hands on Felix before me? How unfair!"

"What can I say," Minho smirked confidently. "I'm impossible to resist."

"Impossibly infuriating, that's what you are," Jisung stuck his tongue out at him. "Also, don't bullshit me, I'm willing to bet you seduced poor Lix."

"Hey, he's not as innocent as you might think."

"Only 'cause you're obsessed with corrupting everyone around you," Jisung pointed out.

Minho shook his head in amusement and leaned his head slightly down in an attempt to kiss Jisung, who apparently had other plans. He quickly placed his palm between their lips, earning a frown from his boyfriend.

"How shameless! You go around making out with other men and then want me to take you back? Nuh-uh, mister, you're not getting away with this so easily."

"There is no other men, plural," Minho groaned in a displeased tone, because his advances had just gotten so rudely rejected. "It's just Felix. Remember him? The guy you literally asked me to court?"

"Hmm, it doesn't ring a bell," Jisung played dumb as a joke. "Care to remind me how he tastes?"

"Remind you?" Minho gasped in shock. "But you said...you said I'd gotten my hands on him before you? And...when I approached Lix, he acted like he wasn't aware of your feelings for him."

"Oh, please," Jisung chuckled naughtily. "Did you really think I have enough self-restraint to resist him? We tricked you."

"I should never trust a Virgo man ever again," Minho sighed.

"I bet it was a huge ego boost when you thought you were his first," Jisung teased him. "Sorry to burst your bubble."

"Come here, you heathen," Minho growled and pulled Jisung into a kiss he couldn't prevent from happening. Not this time.

Lee Know's POV

Minho tugged on Jisung's hair, pulling his head slightly back so that his boyfriend's neck was exposed for the taking. He began biting on it hungrily, leaving little lovebites after him. Jisung moaned into the feeling and Minho could swear he would never grow tired of this sound. Then, he kissed him once again, their tongues fighting for dominance. Minho's hand was lightly wrapped around Jisung's neck, while Jisung's teeth were nibbling on Minho's lower lip. Soon after, Minho released his grip on Jisung's throat and began grinding against his boyfriend in an excruciatingly slow manner.

"Don't tease," Jisung complained.

"Oh, Hannie, I'm only getting started," an evil smile painted Minho's delicate features, as he caressed Jisung's adorable cheeks. Minho began moving more rapidly, frustrating Jisung immensely.

"Fucking hell," Jisung moaned loudly. "Touch me already."

"Do you kiss our angels with that mouth?" Minho raised his eyebrows in a playfully scolding manner.

"I'll kiss whoever the fuck I want," Jisung said through gritted teeth.

"Ah, really?" Minho chuckled mockingly. "In that case, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I didn't touch you? I guess anyone else can help you with your little problem."

"Do you expect me to beg?" Jisung hissed.

"You said it, not me," Minho feigned innocence.

If it was anyone else, Minho was certain that Jisung wouldn't have given in so easily. But because he trusted him, Jisung did what he had to do.

"Honeeey, please, I need you so badly," he whined.

"Try harder," Minho grinned in anticipation.

"Please, touch me, hyung, I'm begging you," Jisung really went all out.

Minho decided he wasn't patient enough to torment him any further and he gave his sweetheart what he wanted, pulling his cock out of his jeans and moving his hand up and down his length.

"Shit, you're so good at this," Jisung panted as Minho sped up the pace at which he was touching him.

"Try not to come yet," Minho reminded him. Jisung nodded absent-mindedly.

However, it felt so heavenly that Jisung couldn't manage to warn him on time he was close and came without permission, which was something Minho generally disliked.

"I'm sorry, I...it just happened," Jisung explained after he had recovered from the bliss.

"You brought this on yourself, darling," Minho sighed and unbuckled his belt, using it to bind Jisung's hands wrists behind his back.

"No, please, anything but that!" Jisung almost screamed in a panic. Minho knew how much his boyfriend adored touching him, so taking that away from him was the only appropriate punishment. "Honeeey, please."

But no matter how cutely Jisung pleaded, Minho refused to back down. He turned him around, using him as he saw fit until they both lost count of how many times they saw galaxies together. Finally, when Jisung was too exhausted to move, Minho untied him and cleaned him up carefully. Then, he scooped him up into his arms, kissing his forehead.

"You did so good for me, baby," Minho praised him.

"Welcome home, cheater," Jisung murmured sleepily.

Felix's POV

Felix was chilling in the living room, thinking about how nice it felt to be surrounded by such a welcoming company as Minho and Jisung. If only he could grow closer to Y/N, as well. As if on cue, she walked in, intent on having a conversation with him.

"Um, hey, Lix, can we talk?"

"Did I do something wrong, noona?" he asked nervously upon seeing the serious expression on her face.

"What? No, you've been nothing but an angel," she reassured him.

"If this is about me and Minho-hyung, I swear, he told me you'd be okay with it. I wouldn't have done it anyway. I'm really sorry..."

"Relax, Felix," Y/N placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm not angry. If anything, it's me who should apologize. I really misjudged you and I feel terrible for experiencing such a toxic feeling as jealousy."

"I don't think you should apologize," Felix insisted. "If I was in your shoes, I would have probably felt jealous, as well."

"Would you have?" she regarded him with suspicion. "Or would you have jumped at the opportunity to have more than one significant other?"

Felix gulped anxiously. Was he so transparent?

"I mean...when you put it that way..."

"Tell me what you want me to do," she asked.

"Sit back down," he suggested boldly.

Y/N approached him slowly and took the chance to seat herself in Felix's lap.

"I'm sat," she chuckled.

Reader's POV

You wrapped your arms around Lix's neck and smiled at him fondly.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

"M-me? P-pretty?" Felix stammered.

"Absolutely. Your eyes, your freckles, your lips, every detail about you is so captivating," you whispered, placing kisses on his face after each word.

"Stahpp, you're too kind," Felix blushed.

"I'm only stating the truth," you clarified. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping it'd help him loosen up a bit.

"It's not that, I just...think you're prettier, noona," Felix surprised you with this unexpected compliment and pulled you into an overwhelmingly delicate kiss. He tasted so sweet. Like...chocolate and heaven. Like dreams come true. He placed his hands around your lower back, making you feel closer than ever. Losing track of time, your lips kept chasing one another, while your bodies were cuddled up together. Suddenly, you heard the door behind you being opened. You smirked against Felix's lips. Right on time.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard Jisung's voice.

You quickly turned around to face the intruders.

"It's not what you think," you feigned innocence, blinking rapidly. "We were just cuddling platonically."

You were hoping to get a reaction out of Minho as you stared into his dark eyes. But the asshole didn't even flinch. He just looked...amused.

"Mind if I join the platonic cuddle pile?" Jisung asked casually.

"Be my guest," you shrugged.

Jisung rushed in to squeeze his arms around you and Felix. You gave the hamster hybrid a conspiratorial wink. It was only a matter of time to see how long it will take Minho to crack.

"Aren't you going to join us, as well, Minho-hyung?" Felix wanted to know.

"Not a chance," Minho rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on, admit it," you teased him. "You want to cuddle us just as badly."

Minho considered this for a couple of moments but instead of responding to the hug proposal, changed the subject.

"So...I guess you already figured it out," he said vaguely. "About...the change of dynamics."

"Whatever do you mean?" you played dumb, hoping Minho would admit his actions first.

"You know what I mean," he hissed.

"Enlighten me, please," you kept pushing his buttons.

"Ugh, fiiine," Minho groaned and instead of confessing, his actions spoke louder than words, as he reluctantly joined the group hug. "But if you tell someone outside of this room, you're dead."

"How about Chan-hyung?" Felix pouted.

"I wasn't threatening you, Lix. You did nothing wrong ever."

"Erm, is it just me who sees that or is Lix kinda privileged?" you joked.

"Tragically, we have been dethroned and Minho has a new favourite pet," Jisung responded to your observation.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not a pet!" Felix complained indignantly.

"Guys, relax," Minho sighed exasperatedly. "My heart is big enough for all of you."

"You know what they say about guys with big hearts?" you couldn't stop yourself teasing him further. It was too amusing.

"Babe, you've been spending too much time with Chan-hyung," Jisung grunted. "We're getting tired of all these dad jokes."

"They say they have even bigger...homes," Felix offered a wholesome answer to your question.

"I'm pretty sure it was something about big tiddies, but I'll roll with Felix's version, it's pretty cute," you replied.

"You guys are incorrigible," Minho complained. "You're lucky I love you."

Silence dominated the room. How on earth had he let that slip so casually? This man kept surprising you. In order to make the situation less awkward, you used humour once again:

"Minho? Said the L-word? I can't believe my ears."

"Say it again. Pleaseee," Jisung begged adorably.

"One more time for all three of us?" Felix tried to bargain.

Lee Know's POV

Minho opened his mouth, intending to argue but somehow, he found himself repeating those three words. It was impossible to say no to his favourite beings in the entire world. After all the heartfelt confessions were exchanged, there was still something left unsaid:

"Does that mean all four of us are like...dating now?" Felix needed to ask.

"I mean, I thought it was self-explanatory," Minho replied. Y/N nodded in agreement and Minho gave her a grateful nod.

"Nuh-uh, don't listen to him," Jisung intervened. "I will court you and take you out on a proper date, Lix. And then, challenge Minho to a duel, the outcome of which will decided whether Felix-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Minho was confused.

"Ji, I told you to stop reading all these medieval romances!" Y/N shook her head in amusement. "Also, it was a terrible idea to order that sword on Ebay."

"He ordered a what now?" Minho blinked in shock.

"Wow, life sure is never boring with the three of you, huh?" Felix observed, barely containing his giggles.

"I don't have anyone to practice it on!" Jisung complained loudly.

"You're NOT dueling our boyfriend!" Y/N scolded Jisung.

"Can I get a front row seat to the show?" Felix joked.

"This family makes me want to murder people," Minho facepalmed himself.

But despite that, Minho knew he wouldn't have it any other way. If his life had been perfect previously, it was more than that now. It was purrfect.

Sharing my heart It's tearing me apart But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now

The End

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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 exceptionally funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

jisung 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 jisung look at each other and sigh. jisung 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 might be the sexiest person on earth."

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 · 5 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 · 5 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 · 6 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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