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followmybadreligion · 3 months

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"Sweet"

hyunjin x reader! triggers: toxic behaviors/unhealthy relationship ideals/co-dependency

"it's so sweet, knowin that you love me."

“You know,” he sighed, breaking the long silence that had settled between the two of you, “I think you’re one of my favorite people.”

His nose was bright red, similar to his cheeks, which adorned the hue from one apple to the other. A black beanie sat atop his head, covering his black, wavy strands and protecting any more of his body from the chill that hung in the air. He looked so cute to you like this— cold and shivering, clinging to his, or your, black and white sweater for warmth.

You smiled at his words, shifting your head towards the boy who’d now come a bit closer to you. Your shoulders brushed as he inched further on, eyes fixated on the stars as he spoke.

“You mean that?” You teased, eyes glossing over the side of his face, hanging on every mole that adorned his skin. “Or are you just running your mouth?”

This time he smiled and shook his head a bit, blowing out a breath, illustrated by faint, white smoke that wafted through the air.

“I mean it, baby.”

The way he said it made your heart flutter. Tinder and soft, like a ray of golden sun shining through the window in the morning, welcoming you to another peaceful day. To him, you were always his baby. On the easy days and the hard ones, when you got along and when you didn’t— you were always his baby.

“I go to bed thinking of you.” His gaze now shifted from the stars to you, only from the corner of his eye. “Last night, I thought about that conversation we’d had a while back.”

You stood still, racking your brain for which conversation he meant. He chuckled a bit, taking in your puzzled expression before continuing.

“We were sitting in my dad’s truck that night I picked you up from your friend’s house.”

Your lips parted, drawing another breath as you leaned into his firm body and began to think. He’d picked you up several times, but the instance he was mentioning stuck out like a sore thumb and made you cringe into yourself a bit.

“Yeah, I remember that night.” You replied, looking down towards your interlocking fingers that pulled and rubbed against one another. “I almost didn’t call you.”

“I know.” He quipped, and you could tell from how his lips curled into a frown that the memory still bothered him. “I’m glad that you did, though.”

A cold gust of wind blew past, drawing a squeal from you as you took in the jarring sensation. He smiled again at your cute noise, shaking his head as he pulled you towards him with a simple, “Come here, my girl.”

You now rested your head against his chest, nuzzling yourself into the soft, cotton fabric of his sweater. His strong arms wrapped around you, not tightly, but securely, surrounding you in his soothing scent. To you, he smelled like a mix of vanilla and cinnamon, which calmed you down with just a few inhales.

He remained silent for a few beats, apart from his breathing, and you could tell, even with your eyes closed, that he’d taken a few seconds to admire you. He did that same thing every time he held you— craning his neck down to fully take you in, all wrapped up in him, just as you were meant to be.

“You always look the prettiest to me like that,” He’d told you before with a twinkle in his eye that did all the convincing.

You sniffed, trying desperately to adjust to the cold to no avail.

“We can get back in the car, you know?” He finally said, breaking the silence once again. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, trying desperately to give you the extra warmth your hoodie wasn’t.

“Nooo…” You whined, drawing back to meet his gaze, “I’m okay. I just wanna keep talking to you right now.”

You pressed your head back into him, eyes closed as you waited for him to continue.

“Okay,” He whispered, drawing in a deep breath as he tried to recall where he’d left off.

“That night…” He started, clamping his eyes shut as the memory filled his mind again. “That night I thought it was over…between us.”

“We’d been fighting so much over such stupid shit. The stupidest fucking things,” He chuckled a bit, cutting himself off. You smiled into him, recalling just how tense the atmosphere had been over what now seemed like such little issues. Why’d you leave me on read? Why didn’t you kiss me this morning? Why can’t you come to see me tomorrow? Such small, petty things.

“That morning, I think we’d both just reached our boiling points. I mean, we’d seen each other every day consecutively for a week, and we’d managed to have the same fight every one of them.” His tone was still soft and gentle, but you could sense the somberness bleed into his words as he played the day through his mind.

“So when you left, I sort of expected it.” Even though he said it as calmly as he could, you could still hear the hurt within the sentence.

A heavy feeling began to fill your body as you sank further into that day, recalling all the emotions you were feeling at that moment. You remembered feeling angry at him and his, as it seemed to you, withdrawn attitude. You felt upset at his lack of communication. You felt sad at how stressed and drained he looked— and even more so when you realized how much you’d contributed to that. Most of all though, you felt desperate. Desperate to get out of this—whatever it was— and go back to how you’d known things to be: sweet.

“I know…” He hesitated, looking down at you once again. “I know that a good amount of it was my fault.”

“I always shut you out whenever you tried to talk. I always made you feel like you were doing too much but at the same time not enough. I always overlooked your efforts to fix things…”

Your arms grew impossibly tighter around his torso, and you pressed your head deeper into his chest, now able to hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Part of you hoped that if you listened long enough, you’d become one with sound— one with the rhythm. That way, you’d be a part of him, and he’d have no choice but to accept that.

“I pushed you away…I wasn’t aware at the time, but I know now what I was trying to do. I guess I thought it’d be easier that way.”

He smiled a small, subtle smile, tilting his head back as he took in all the stars. “God, I was so fucking stupid.”

“It’s like the second you weren’t there, I started to miss you, baby. I’d spent so much time thinking that if I could get some space from you, I’d feel better.”

Your eyes clamped shut as your heart squeezed at his words. You understood his need for space, but you were still hurt hearing him say things like that, especially when that wasn’t a sentiment you shared. If it were up to you, you’d spend all your time with him— as long as he’d let you.

“But it didn’t. If anything, it made me feel worse. I kept thinking about all that we could’ve been doing together had I just talked to you more.”

“It’s so crazy to me, that feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about anyone else.”

“Felt how?” You quipped, opening your eyes and looking up towards him.

He wore two silver, interlinking chains that stopped just a few centimeters past his neckline and hung in your face. One of the chains adorned a star pendant, carved to have two sharp end points and two dull side points. The other chain hung a bit lower than the first and sported a small pendant of cursive letters spelling out your name. Your hand instinctively moved up to grab at the second of the two, and you traced over each letter of your name over and over.

“It’s so hard to explain,” He replied, eyes still fixated on the stars above. From your view now, you could see the tears lining his lash line, threatening to spill over as he continued to speak, even though they weren’t evident in his voice. “It’s like this fucking…emptiness, you know?”

“When I’m with you, I feel like there’s never a single part of me that’s missing. And the second you weren’t there, it just…I don’t know.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed for the first time in a minute, which gave him a second to compose himself.

“I tried to go about the day as normal. I washed the dishes. I did some laundry. I tried to keep busy, but everything just felt so pointless without you there. I missed hearing your laughing and giggling while we made lunch together or your little stories and rants about your day while we studied. I missed you so much and you hadn’t even been done for that long.”

“Awh, baby,” You started, drawing back from him a bit and raising your hands to cup his face in your hands. He drew his face down towards yours, locking eyes with you for the first time in a while. You could see the tears trailing down his face now, curving at his jawline and running towards his neck. The sight just broke your heart, and you immediately moved your thumbs to wipe them away.

“I’ve never felt that feeling I felt that day. Not for anyone or anything else, and that scares the fuck out of me. As independent as I’d always been, I realized that day that I truly needed you…not just wanted you.”

He was sniffling more now, and you started to become hyperaware of how cold it was out. Your hands began to rub at his face once more, wiping away tears as they fell.

“I waited for you to call,” he sighed, “but, after the fifth or sixth hour, I started to think that you wouldn’t.”

He full-on sobbed now, and the sight tore you up.

“I think it was about 10 o’clock that night when I heard from you again.” He attempted to get himself together, bringing his hands up to wipe at his face over your hands, but after a few tries, he gave up and interlaced his hands over your own, allowing his tears to rush over them both.

“You’d asked me to come and get you, and told me that you needed to talk to me,” another sob racked through his body, silencing all of his words.

Tears began to fill your eyes now, threatening to spill with every cry you heard from your boy. You knew that you had to keep it together for him, but it was so hard when he was hurting like this.

“I thought that you were going to end things and I genuinely didn’t know what I was going to do.”

He drew in sharp, quick breaths now, as he fought against the rush of new tears that threatened to choke him up.

The wind picked up once again, this time only feeling like a gentle breeze that provided him with the air he so desperately needed.

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever driven that fast.” He laughed out through his tears. “And I didn’t even ask my dad for his car, either”

You smiled at his little joke, but your eyes were still full of water and worry— that you knew. The way he looked right now— so torn and upset— weighed so heavily on your heart.

“And when you got in,” He continued, flicking his eyes open to look at you again, “You looked so worn still, and I remember feeling so confused. I thought you would’ve been happy to get some time away.”

You began to shake your head, remembering how miserable that had been for you as well. You’d tried to distract yourself from him, doing some work, going for a drive, cleaning up your house. At some point, you even called up your friends and made plans, but after an hour or two of being with them, you only felt worse.

“I just remember waiting for you to go off. Maybe scream and yell at me, or tell me how much you hated me and how you wanted to break up.”

“But,” He paused, taking a second to rub his thumb over your hands which remained pressed against his cheeks, “none of that ever came.”

“No, instead…” He began to smile, tears beginning to slow, “Instead…you asked me to hold you.”

“And you did,” You said, giggling a bit as you recalled how fast he wrapped you in his arms.

“Of course I did. How could I not?”

You chuckled at that, replaying the memory in your head of that embrace. The two of you, arms wrapped around one another in the front seat of his dad’s car, squeezing each other for dear life and crying your eyes out.

“The way you talked to me in that moment,” He started again, “All the things you said, even when I was being so difficult. How you repeated how much you loved me, and how you understood how scared I was, and how you were going to try no matter how much I pushed you away…”

He trailed off once again, focusing in on your tear-stained cheeks. He moved his hands from atop your own, and placed them directly onto your cheeks, mirroring you and your earlier motions. His hands were cold, much like yours, but you still felt warm from his sweet, love-filled gesture.

“All that went to show why I love you so much. To show why you’re my favorite person. My baby.”

“You’ve shown me so much love, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I hurt you.”

Now, you were the one sobbing.

“Please don’t cry, sweet girl.” He cooed, “I love everything about you, and I’m sorry I haven’t always shown you.”

More sobs racked through your body as the once heavy, uncomfortable feeling that rested in your heart center began to shift to something lighter. Even though you’d never doubted his love, there was something about the way he was saying it now that felt so…sweet.

His hands shifted down to your waist, and he used his new spot to pull you back in. Your head remained lowered as you cried, even with his soft pleas to get you to look at him. You felt so embarrassed for breaking down like you were that you couldn’t face him. Not after all he’d just said.

He brought his left hand up to rest on your chin, pulling your head up towards him so he could take in your tear-stained beauty. You felt self-conscious under his gaze, but the feeling quickly dissipated as you saw all the love that dripped from his irises.

After a few seconds, he began to place kisses against you. He started at your forehead, placing his lips right in the center and holding them there for a few seconds before he pulled away, whispering a sweet “I love you.” Then, he placed one against your cheek, with another “I love you.” Then, one against your chin. Then, one against your temple. Then some against your neck, and before you knew it, he’d kissed you all over.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“I forgive you.” You finally spoke, voice hoarse and strained, “I’ll always forgive you.”

He shook his head, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. You were so close that you could feel his breath fan over your lips, and you so desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but you were halted by his stare.

“You shouldn’t have to. You should’ve never had to.”

Your eyes bore into his now, and you felt yourself inching your face closer to his the more he spoke.

His eyes shifted down to your lips, tracing the outline of them as he continued, “You’ll never have to again.”

With that, he closed the little space between you two, locking your lips together in one of the most surreal kisses you’ve ever shared. His lips moved against yours in such a familiar rhythm that you immediately began to relax into him as his hands found purchase at the spots he knew you liked— one against your cheek and the other at your waist.

Another gust of wind blew past the two of you, whipping at your tear-stained cheeks in a way that did little to hinder the warmth you felt right now.

You slowly pulled away, hovering against his lips and brushing over them with your own.

“I love you so, so much, Hyunjin.” You whispered.

‘I love you so much more, baby.”

Sweet.

A/N: hey guys. it's been a while since I've written, so i thought i'd come here with a little imagine about my favorite boy. i hope you all enjoyed!

-m'k

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enzos-shit · 4 months

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hyunjin's lesson

flufffffffffff~~~~

hyunjin (he needs his own warning)

highschool au

you're trying to teach hyunjin how to kiss and it ends in a way you wouldn't have expected.

word count: 617

"Okay so, basically," you start, looking at the boy who was sitting cross-legged on your bedroom carpet. "Do you at least know the difference between a peck and a kiss?"

He shakes his head, feline-like eyes wide looking up at where you pace. You sigh, beginning to pace again. "Uh, so a peck is a quick tap with the lips-" You pick up a random stuffed animal you had lying around. "Like this:" You peck the stuffed animal's head softly.

Hyunjin's eyes follow your lips as they land on the stuffed animal, and he can't help but wish he could kiss you. He may or may not have lied and told you he didn't know how to kiss, but it was only a half-lie. He knew how to kiss, but he just wanted an excuse to kiss you.

Oh, but why you? Why did he have to fall for you? Why his childhood best friend, who watched him glow up from the little awkward boy he was to the very attractive teenager he is today? The one who tutored him in practically all his subjects now, the one he's known all his life? He wasn't complaining exactly - you were pretty and funny, and you two just clicked. Hyunjin's friends know about this little crush of his, and Lee Know came up with this idea, the plan going perfectly so far.

He nods, "That's it? Seems easy enough," He says, smiling up at you. As he adjusts his seating position, you sit in front of him. "Okay, and a kiss is slightly longer and more intimate. You following?" He nods, eyes catching your gaze as you two begin a staring contest, tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

You both cut off the eye contact, clearing your throat as Hyunjin rubs his nape. "Got it, peck is short and sweet, kiss is longer and intimate. Okay," He says, trying to lighten the mood.

You swallow, nervously nodding. Why Hyunjin? Why did he have to be so goddam perfect? His eyes follow your every move with curiosity, wide and shining, his hands still have little bits of paint and graphite on them from when he was painting, the way his black hair is pulled up into two little pigtails from when you were messing around. How did he still look so perfect?

He hums, looking at you. He smirks inside his head, putting stage two of the plan into action: Making a Move.

"Wait, can you demonstrate a kiss? I just want to make sure I can differentiate," He says, moving to sit on the bed behind him. You hum, getting up to grab the stuffed animal again when he pulls you by your arm. You turn to look at him, confused. He stands up, and in one swift motion, a pair of lips meet yours.

You just stand there, shocked until Hyunjin pulls away. "Like that?" He says when he finally moves back, looking down at you with a small smile plastered across his face. You start to feel your face heat up, mouth opening and closing in bewilderment. He laughs and pecks your lips again, humming as he looks for a response.

"Well? Did I pass, teach?"

You open and close your mouth once more before getting up on your tippy toes and pressing another kiss to his lips, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tilts his head to the right.

It just felt right. All the tension between you two melted as you continued, him resting his forehead against yours when he pulled away.

"So, are we like dating now?" He asks humorously, looking into your eyes.

"Yeah, I guess we are Jinnie."

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jaehunnyy · 1 year

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I know I love you

Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, fake-dating!au, angsty but with a happy ending, fluff (in the end)

Word count: 1k

Pairing: fake-boyfriend!Beomgyu x fem!reader

Requested by: anon (song: 0X1=LOVESONG - TXT)

Warnings: one kiss, usage of pet names (angel), a bit of a messed up situation, mentions of clubbing, mentions of Beomgyu being drunk (though he is sober enough), possible grammar mistakes

A/N: nonnie, im sorry it took so long to write this, but i am happy i got to finish it now. i changed the meaning of the lyrics a bit and i used them in different situations, so I hope you don't mind that too much. thank you! ✨️

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The flashing lights and the loud music defining the club Beomgyu was in were nothing new for the boy. The reason why he kept ending there? Very familiar as well. He often wondered what made him accept fake dating you, because instead of becoming closer, he felt like you were distancing more with every passing day. And still, it was his mistake, because he accepted the deal when you offered to help him with making the girl he loved jealous—not realising that you were supposed to make yourself jealous in this case. And once again, the memories have started to kick in.

"Hey, Gyu!" you shouted, gently nudging his shoulder: "I heard you're in love, hmmm?"

His eyes widened at your question, and the panic made his vision blurry. There was no way you found out, was it?

"Uhm, well, you see—"

"I can help you with that, Gyu! I know you are way too shy to confess, so I have a plan for that. Let's fake date!"

"I don't want to use you for that… you are much more than a rebound for me, Y/N…"

“I offered to do that, and I will be here for you, always. Let's do that, Gyu. Please, use me like a drug."

Let's fake date. Please, use me like a drug. He would have never imagined that he would be in such a situation, but if he said no, you would keep on asking questions, and he would expose himself; so he chose to say yes.

Already tired of the place he spent his last hour in and the aching memory of his mistake, he took his leather jacket and started walking slowly to your house, because even with his foggy mind, he knew you'd always let him in. You were his fake girlfriend, after all. He also took advantage of the silence on the street, engulfed by the pressure of his thoughts, until he reached your welcoming house. One knock, and you were already in front of him, the same, worried look plastered on your face.

"Did you get drunk again…?" you sighed, before letting him come inside.

"No, 'm not drunk," he said, an innocent smile stretching his lips softly: "just missed you."

You gave him a bitter smile, because in the end, you were not the girl he loved, (or so you thought).

"Is this part of our deal?"

"Missing you? No, Y/N, 'm honest with youuuu!" he laughed, clinging into you like a little kid.

You had enough of this painful pretending.

"Gyu… let's end this."

Was he not sober enough, so that he started to hear things? There's no way you would end things like this, right? Did he do something wrong?

"What? What about the girl I like?"

"You don't need me to pull her, Beomgyu. Once you do, you will be happy, and I will keep on hurting myself. It's over."

He felt the need to laugh, you couldn't be serious. It was toxic, but he was addicted.

"Are you saying that I'm the one hurting you, when you did that to yourself?" he asked, hands shaking in anger. Why did you blame him?

"Yes." you simply stated, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Then why the fuck did you offer to help me one month ago?"

"Because I love you, Gyu. And I would rather have you as my fake boyfriend than not having you at all, but it has become an all or nothing situation, and I want all of you."

You did all of this—because you loved him too? All this messed up situation, for him to find out that you were crushing on each other?

"Y/N… you were the girl I liked. When you found out that I have a crush, I panicked and… I didn't want to give myself away, so I chose to say yes to your plan, even though it made no sense."

You looked at him with glossy eyes, giving up and squishing him into a big hug. There was no point in fighting more, the situation was already messed up. You were convinced he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, but you wanted to use this opportunity, just this time.

"Gyu, look at me. If you remember this in the morning, kiss me. If not, let's both forget about this."

Even though he was sober enough to think rationally, he played your game once again.

"Deal."

The next morning came with such small steps, that you felt trapped in a never ending loop. Since you didn't have a lot of space in your one-person apartment, you had no choice but to let Beomgyu sleep next to you, his hands holding you close to him all night. You opened your eyes and saw him already looking at you, lips curling in happiness at the sight of you.

"Morning, Y/N!" he cheerfully said, stroking your back softly.

"Morning, Gyu. How do you feel?"

"Amazing, actually. What about you?"

"I'm… alright…" you whispered, trying to understand why he didn't act sick after his drunk state the other day; though, the boy had something else in mind.

He gently cupped your cheek with his hands, pressing his soft lips on yours. The kiss took you off guard, but you didn't lose any more time and kissed him back, full of feelings and love. You felt him smile, pressing his forehead on yours and looking at you softly.

"Say you love me, Y/N. That's all I want to hear right now. Say you love me till the end of the world."

"I love you, Gyu. I love you, and I'm so happy you remembered."

"I love you too, angel, I always did." he said, then pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

In the end, everything turned out to be worth it, as you ended up having your own happy ending story, next to the boy you've adored more than anything.

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the-devil-by-the-window · 6 months

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do you…like me? pt.1

tags: choi beomgyu x afab!reader, swearing, fluff, friends to lovers, sfw (will add new tags as the story progresses)

synopsis: __ and beomgyu have been friends since highschool. struggling to hide their respective feelings for the other, they don’t realize they both feel the same way. will they be able to juggle their everyday lives and figuring out their feelings? or will this all be a recipe for disaster?

It had been a long day at work and __ was tired. She opened the door to the apartment she and Beomgyu shared. Speaking of Beomgyu, he was sprawled on the couch watching TV. __ was in a crappy mood and seeing Beomgyu so relaxed, unlike her at the moment, only made her crankier. "Choi Beomgyu, don't you think you could be doing something else more productive than watching TV? Maybe doing some chores?" He looked up at her, eyebrows raised, "No good evening, how are you?" He asked, amused by __'s mood. "Get your lazy ass of that couch and stop complaining. I have no time for pleasantries." __ answered curtly. She made her way to her room, well more like the guest room, but at the moment she was sleeping there. She could not bear the thought of having to share a room with Beomgyu. Beomgyu and her had been friends since high school, faced with the need to move out and closer to their work, they decided to rent an apartment together to save money. Both their jobs were less than 15 minutes away. On days like today, she was jealous of Beomgyu's office job, it seemed so easy. But then again she had chosen her career. __ was a teacher at an academy, she taught high schoolers. What a headache they were.

A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. "What?" She said grumpily, making it evident she did not want to be bothered. "I know you're cranky but, I wanted to know if you wanted me to start dinner?" Beomgyu asked from the door. She sighed, "Sure, just don't burn the kitchen down." Beomgyu laughed from the other side of the closed door. "I won't," he smiled, maybe he could cheer her up somehow.

Once __ had changed into more comfortable clothes and cleaned up, she made her way to the kitchen. Just like he had said Beomgyu had started making dinner. "What can I help you with?" She asked, leaning over the pot on the stove to see what he was cooking. "Nothing right now, how about you lay down on the couch and rest," he said smiling at her. "Are you sure?" __ was tentative to leave Beomgyu alone in the kitchen cooking, but she was tired. "Yea, come on," he said, grabbing her arm and taking her into the living room. She sat down on the couch and put her feet up, "I have something for you, I'll be right back," Beomgyu said, rushing back to the kitchen. You laid back and closed your eyes. "Hey __," Beomgyu's voice woke you from the border of falling asleep. "Hm?" You said opening your eyes. Beomgyu was holding a cup, as he brought it closer you realized it was a cup of hot coffee. A smile lit up your face. "Thank you, this is exactly what I need right now," she said, looking at him with a smile. "I made it just how you like it," Beomgyu said proudly. "Sorry for yelling at you earlier," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. Oh, yes, it tasted so good, just how she liked it.

After dinner, they both were tired so after cleaning up together they made their way to their rooms. "Good night __," Beomgyu said, standing in front of him room's door "Night, night Beomgyu," suddenly he stepped closer to her, "Can I give you a hug?" He asked softly, "Oh, sure," he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. It was a quick hug, before __ knew, it was over. She was unsure why, but she had to admit she would have liked it to be longer. Finally, they entered their rooms, ready to sleep

Unknown to them, they both wore the same small smile on their faces.

After doing her nightly routine __ nestled into her warm blanket ready to rest. But she couldn't fall asleep, she had this feeling in her gut, and it told her something had changed. Something had been born. Whether it was good or bad, she’d just have to find out.

authors note: hey guys! hope you liked it! just a heads up “__” = y/n. I cannot promise updates will be frequent, but I’ll try. would anyone be interested in a taglist? I’m kinda sad it’s under 1k but I like where I ended it :) if there are any errors pls let me know, if you would like to be a beta reader, send me an ask!

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johobi · 1 year

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Looking for new BTS fics to read

Hi guys, now I’m getting back into the rhythm of things, I’ve populated my queue and followed a load of new blogs related to my interests these days. A lot of my previous writer mutuals / fav writers have left the platform and now I am getting back into reading and reviewing!

I’ve been out of the community for a long time, and would love if you could recommend me some fics (including your own! If you’d like to keep your request private, please let me know in your ask/message🥰) to read and review on my review blog @johobirecs. I’m sure there are loads of amazingly skilled writers and fics that have emerged since I’ve been absent. I’d love your recs if you have the time! ☺️

For now I would prefer if the recs are one shots / drabbles / series under 30k if that’s possible! I’ll be more capable of absorbing longer fics when I receive my accessible reading software. ☺️ AO3 fics also welcome!

Thanks so much! 💗

Edit: Sorry, this also includes newer fics from older, established writers too! Just want to start my to-read from fresh! Also, feel free to reblog if you think others might be interested. ☺️

Edit 2: Sorry again, I’m a dummy. 😂 I am open to reading all fics and themes! The only thing I won’t read is cp/besti*lity. Thanks!

#bts #bts ff #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #member x member #member x reader #jo rambles

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joongwooclub · 2 years

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pairings: member x fem!reader x bias wrecker

warnings: smut (candaulism/voyeurism), degrading pet names, spit kink (just a bit) mention of aftercare but not in story, just a brainrot. enjoy~

authors note: I was honestly thinking of my bias and bias wrecker in atz while writing this, but you can think of anyone. just me exposing my kinks atp LMAO

✩: reblogs / comments + feedbacks are appreciated!! story under cut!

The low buzzing coming from your vibrator can be heard through the thin walls. The feeling was euphoric, and every time has caused you to grip your sheets tightly. Your boyfriend, m/n, was downstairs too focused on his work, and you needed to take care of your problem. Your bed soiled with the slickness of your pussy, your head dizzy. You were close but it was missing something. Having a hand kneading a breast, you start to imagine an additional person..bw/n…you’ve been having those thoughts lately, he’s been slowly clouding your mind. The way his fingers would delicately rub your back in small smoothing circles when the members had a sleepover, his honey-like voice was intoxicating.

You didn’t realize your moaning reached a higher level, the vibrator now deeper into your cunt. “mmh..fuck..bw/n..” you whined. even moaning his name made you clench, becoming more sensitive. Being in your clouded headspace, you didn’t process m/n watching from your now open door, with a sly smirk on his face. He crept closer and gently gripped your wrist, snapping you out of your pleasure. Once you saw m/n face, you blushed and tried to justify what name you were just moaning, but before you can, he shushes you and cupped your heat with his hands.

His hands were cold and definitely made you throb at the temperature difference. But the way he lightly started rubbing your clit made you whine. “M/n..please..” you moaned. He tsk and smiled. “Beg and moan for daddy baby. Just like how you were moaning for bw/n” he whispered, his voice lowering an octave making your brain rot. “Fuck daddy, please fuck me. I need your cock in me. Fill me up.” You begged, now gripping his white button-up shirt, wishing he could just take off his clothes already. M/n chuckled, and unzipped his slacks, relieving his cock from his tight boxers, his tip red and oozing with precum already. Before he even teased you, he pulled out his phone. It didn’t alarm you as you both filmed the sessions for “emergency relief”, but confusion appeared on your face when you heard the FaceTime ringing. You look at m/n face and he had a big, teasing grin.

The other person picked up, and some shuffling was heard before a voice spoke. “You have the worst timing m/n.” The other person groaned, and you immediately recognized the voice; it was bw/n. Blush formed onto your cheeks because now paying attention, you can hear the wetness of your pussy as m/n teased your hole. “Sorry, you were doing something?” M/n questioned nonchalantly tilting his head. “Yea man, I was about to jerk off. You know it’s almost my alone time.” He groaned, the sound of jeans being taken off from the screen. “Want some help with that?” M/n grinned, before bw/n could answer, m/n flipped the camera to showcase your naked body and his red-tipped cock near your entrance. “Oh fuck.” Bw/n said out of shock. It felt like the air got knocked out of him, he was not ready to see your trembling, needy body.

“Awe baby,” m/n began to coo as he saw tears run down your cheeks from the lack of pleasure. “How about you moan out bw/n name while I fuck you hm? Show him how daddy makes you feel good.” He commented before entering your pussy. Both parties groaned, you were still so tight and he molded your walls perfectly. On Bw/n end, you can hear low groans and pants as you can hear the squelching sound. “You’re so tight for me. I bet you make all the members jealous, especially bw/n. Am I right?” He grinned. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this. All they can do is watch and fuck their fists silly.” He moaned. You were panting, on cloud nine, you were just babbling words. M/n cooed and gripped your cheeks, “look bw/n. look at her being a good cum slut.” He commented, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the degradation. It felt so good to hear it, bw/n laughed, the connection making it somewhat static. “Seemed like she liked that.” He laughed, he sounded beautiful. His groans became more frequent. “You’re about to cum? That’s pathetic.” M/n said, degrading bw/n too. It was unexpected to hear him moan like he liked the way he was talked down to.

“Fuck..yeah I’m about to -mmh fuck. I need to cum in her mouth next time.” He moaned. “You hear that baby? You make him so weak he’s about to cum for you. Open your mouth like a good toy.” He spoke. Your mouth immediately opened and m/n spat spit into it, his hand keeping your mouth open so you couldn’t swallow it yet. “Beg for his cum.” He whispers, he faces his phone to your face so you can see bw/n cock on the screen, m/n thrusts begin drilling into your cunt faster. Brain is fogged and filled with the thought of being filled makes you moan that surely your neighbors can hear. “Fuck fuck, cum in my mouth please sir. I want it so badly.” You begged, bw/n moaned and came all over his stomach, his white cum pumping out a bigger load than you expect, making you moan, and m/n finally allowed you to swallow his spit and gripped your hips.

Your abused pussy began to clench as you were reaching your limit. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Cum for me.” He moaned, your high pitch whines intoxicated him. Your body shook as you came around him, his thrust didn’t stop until he came in you, filling you up to the rim and some escaping down your thighs onto the bed sheet. “That’s it, milk my cock.” He smirked. As he rode out his high, bw/n on the phone groaned and chuckled, “that was amazing.” He commented. M/n took the phone back and chuckled, “yeah and you still can’t fuck her.” He teased me. “I will one day,” Bw/n commented before m/n ended the call. He put his phone down on your side table and grinned at your fucked out face. Your eyes were dazy, tongue out panting like you were a bitch in heat. “Mhm, I fucking love you,” M/n said kissing you softly and hugging and caressing your body as he gave you some time before he could start on the aftercare.

#🐇#ateez smut #ateez #member x reader #reader insert #brainrot <3 #kpop multistan #have fun with this #filthy smut #brain go brrrr

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bts-fic-collection · 1 year

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Hi, I’m trying to find this seokjinxreader fanfic but I forgot the name… reader goes on vacation but she doesn’t get a room in hotel but seokjin lies and says that she is his fiancé ..she stays with him at his vila and they slowly become lovers . If u know please let me know 😅💕💕

Hi there - I don't really read member x reader fics, so unfortunately I can't really help you. Maybe one of my followers knows the fic you're looking for? :)

#ask #member x reader

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or0ch1maru · 24 days

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••••••AFTER-CARE?•••••••

18+, mentions of rough sex, hook up/one night stand, sub drop, female reader. Fluff & cuddles, sweet ending ^.^

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You’d heard stories from your girlfriends and some women from work about after care. The time to mentally settle down and do other soft things after sex, particularly rough sex. You have experience, being in a few different relationships and some one night stands but you never experienced the joy of after care

So when the time came that you and your hook up finished, you were already slipping your clothes back on. Getting ready to head back home now that things are done. Despite this heavy feeling weighing over your head.

“Where you going princess?” He asked, your ears perked as you looked at him over your shoulder. “Home, we’re done here aren’t we?” You replied softly, your tone even despite the nagging feeling behind it

“Nah, come lay down with me.” He said, his eyes scanning over your face, wondering if you had something important to attend too. When he noticed your hesitation, he stretched out an arm, his muscles protruding as he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you against his side.

Once he got you comfortable, your face nuzzled against neck, something overcame you and you couldn’t hold back. Tears started falling from your eyes, your hand gripping a small fistful of his shirt.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, his usual husky tone laced with concern as he took in how vulnerable you are. You shook your head in reply, trying to slow your breathing down enough to answer him.

“Ah, I see” he spoke gently, a large calloused hand pushing strands of hair out of your face. “You’ve never experienced this have you?” His voice is almost like a purr as he watches you reply with a no. He shifts his body once again, him laying flat on his back with you on top of him. Your face resting against his broad chest, his thick arms wrapping around your small frame. Holding you tightly against him

“Don’t worry doll, I’ve got you.” He murmurs. You feel his lips graze the top of your head as he presses a kiss against your hair.

“You’ll never feel that way again. Not ‘s long as I’ve got you”

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TOJI, soft SUKUNA, NANAMI, Zetsu, Kisame, HIDAN, KAKUZU, OBITO, SATORU, SUGURU, Pain, orochimaru, Kenpachi, Renji

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nonranghaes · 2 months

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"you made these...?"

mingyu can't stop staring at the box of cinnamon rolls, face heating up. from scratch? you hadn't really admit it at first until he asked where you got them, and now... the thought's really sinking in. you made these for him? for him? why him?

you nod. "from scratch," you affirm again. he's repeated the sentence twice now, still floored. "if they're not good, you can throw them away--i don't mind. don't force yourself to eat them or anything--"

he's already taking one out and taking a bite, and immediately he tastes the love first and the sweetness of cinnamon and sugar and cream cheese frosting second. how many batches have you made? how long did it take you to perfect this? and why would you spend your time making it for him...?

"they're perfect--" he says, although it's through a mouthful of cinnamon roll. he apologizes immediately, swallowing the bite. "they're delicious. you really made these for me?"

you nod again. sheepish as can be, you make some excuse about going grocery shopping as you take off down the hall. mingyu pushes the door shut with his shoulder, and trails back into the apartment. seokmin and minghao look up from their drama.

"the neighbor again?" minghao already knows immediately. mingyu nods, and minghao continues on, "what is it this time?"

"nothing." he closes the box. where can he hide these? no one else gets to have them. normally, mingyu would share... but something in him wants to be possessive. no sharing these. not when you looked so cute giving them to him.

seokmin's casual as can be: "it smells good--"

"it's not. don't eat them." he pushes them onto the top of the fridge. "okay?" he's already grabbing his keys and his wallet.

minghao leans over the arm of the couch as he watches mingyu slip into his shoes. "where are you going now?"

mingyu's eyes are twinkling when he looks up. "grocery store. i'm making dinner tonight. i'll be back!"

the door shuts. the two share a look. maybe neither of them will win the bet if the two of you continue to be oblivious like this.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.svt #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #kim mingyu fluff #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x you #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #the svt members would have appreciated me making cinnamon rolls from scratch theyd fall in love w me--#(<- me being delulu. ok but vernon would. vernon would.)

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skzstannie · 3 months

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Hii it’s okay if you can’t but I was wondering if you could do a skz x 9th member reader where she was in a car crash as well as the others? But she was badly injured as well and had to be looked after by chan because she wasn’t in good condition? Totally okay if you can’t thanks❤️

"You're awake!"

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member!reader (Chan-centric)

genre: angst, hurt/comfort wc: ~3,200 cw: some cussing, car accident, reader and skz get hurt

summary: ^^ see request

A/N: Hello! Not super happy with how this came out, but I hope you still like it anon! Started a new semester, so updates will be less frequent, but I'll still be lurking in everyone's feed through likes and reblogs 👀

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"I'm just saying, if penguin's could fly, I think they'd take over the world."

"Felix, literally what are you talking about?" you give him a strange look from where you're seated diagonal from him in the car.

"If penguins ever learned to fly, I think they'd try to overthrow the government in a vengeful fury."

You all sit in silence for a moment, trying to preserve the last of your braincells from deteriorating.

"Okay..." Seungmin responds, quirking his eyebrow at him.

"I am so excited for tonight!" you break the silence that settles, practically vibrating in your seat from the excitement.

"We know, you haven't stopped talking about it," Minho boredly comments, his phone lighting up his face from the shadowy back seat.

Jeongin throws an elbow in his side from where he's seated beside him, earning himself a nasty glare from the man. "Don't be mean to Ynnie, she's just excited to perform."

"I'm so sorry. Let me rephrase that," he clears his throat, setting his phone down in his lap, "Oh my gosh, I know! It's all you've talked about since this morning!" he squeaks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," you mumble, rolling your eyes at your grumpy member.

Before Minho has the chance to respond, your entire world is shaken when another car T-bones you from the right.

Time seems to slow down as the car is flipped, sending you out of your seat towards the ceiling of the car. Your seatbelt manages to control some of the damage to your head, but it slices into your neck from the pressure. Blood starts to drip out of your wound, but you don't even feel it as your hazy gaze travels over to your members.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on Felix's still body in the back seat, his eyelids draped shut. He doesn't appear to have any other injuries, but you're immediately ripped away from the sight of Felix when you hear Minho groan in pain. You Jeongin a quick once over, and upon seeing no visible injuries, keep your eyes moving. You don't miss the way Jeongin's hands are firmly grasped around Felix's forearm as he shakes the older man, trying to wake him.

It's painful to twist in your seat, but you do so anyway. Catching a glimpse of Minho, you see a jagged piece of glass protruding out of his forearm. It appears small, but you know it must still hurt like a bitch. Other than that he looks okay, so you continue to look over your remaining members. His eyes are panicked as he frantically looks over the four of you. "You guys ok?" his voice shakes with fear, and his teeth are clenched from the pain radiating from the glass in his arm.

The ringing in your ears starts to subside a bit, and the grunts coming from your right get louder. Seungmin's arm is twisted at an unnatural angle, and there's blood dripping from his left eyebrow. You can't bring yourself to answer Minho, the shock still clouding your mind.

As the rest of your senses start to come back to you, your focus remains on Seungmin as he huffs in pain. You feel a stinging sensation in your thigh, but as you slowly start to drop your head to look, you feel a shaky finger reach under your chin.

Seungmin's reached his hand out, gently pulling your chin until your eyes meet his again.

"Just keep looking at me, Yn," he whispers. You do as you're told, but the pain is worsening by the second, and your breathing starts to quicken.

All else is tuned out as your eyes remain on Seungmin's unwavering gaze.

Seconds feel like hours as you sit there in the car. Your eyelids start to become heavy, and you fuzzily catch Seungmin's eyes turn frantic as your blinks become slower and more frequent.

"Just keep your eyes open, don't fall asleep," he repeats. His word are gentle at first, but as your mind turns to mud, his voice becomes louder and urgent, almost screaming at you. You feel a rough hand grab your shoulder from behind, shaking you. Their attempts to keep you awake are futile, though, as everything becomes too much for you to handle.

"No, don't close your eyes! Stay with me!" and that's the last thing you hear before you drift off into the darkness.

~ ~ ~

You're awoken to the sound of quiet repetitive beeping.

Opening your eyes is a task all in itself, your eyelids feeling impossibly heavy.

After a moment of struggle, you're met with the bright light from a window to your right. You slowly turn your head to the side, and you see Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin all perched on the couch. It looks uncomfortable, the way all three of them are scrunched up on the little loveseat.

You let your gaze linger on them for a moment, their presence providing a calming sensation for your jumbled mind.

Suddenly, your surroundings overwhelm you. You become terribly aware of all the wires connected to you. The ECG stickers become your biggest enemy, and the IV sticking out of your hand makes you angry.

Really angry.

You groan when you try to lift your arm, a sharp, shooting pain radiating down from your shoulder. You push through the pain though, urgent to remove all these wires from your body. The bandages littering your body feel as if they're burning your skin, and you've never needed to get something off of you faster.

You begin to peel the bandages from your arms, the pain from the adhesive no match for the pain you had been feeling previous to their removal.

Your agonistic groans manage to wake Changbin, and he panics when he sees you frantically tearing at your ECG stickers.

He jumps up from the couch, earning a yelp from Hyunjin as he was using Changbin as a pillow.

You're too overwhelmed to care about their actions as you continue to tear at your skin, even the blankets covering your body feeling like burning coals on your skin.

"Woah, what are you doing? You can't take those off yet," Changbin tells you, rushing to your side to try and restrain your arms.

"They're hurting me," you mumble, wretching your arms out of Changbin's grip to continue to pull at everything that touches you.

"Yn," Hyunjin gasps, quickly standing to his feet, running over to help Changbin.

Chan awakens from the commotion, alarm bells immediately sounding in his head when he sees your panicked movements.

You become more frantic when Hyunjin grabs one of your arms from Changbin, rendering you immobile.

"Get off!" you screech, yanking on your arms as hard as you can. Chan quickly runs out of the room in search of any healthcare professional he can find.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Hyunjin struggles against you, holding tightly onto your hand.

"Let me go!" you continue to scream like a banshee, "You're hurting me!"

Neither do as you say, fearing for what you'll do to yourself if they listen.

"You're ok," Changbin pleads, bringing one of his hands away from your arm to rest it gently on your forehead. "Please calm down, everything will be ok."

You're too panicked to notice Chan re-enter the room, a nurse trailing in behind him.

She has a shot in her hand, and she hurriedly comes up beside Changbin to administer the drug. She hastily inserts the needle into your upper arm, and it only takes seconds for your demeanor to soften. Your thrashing becomes weaker, and your shouts become quieter, turning into soft mumbles.

The guys let out a sigh upon seeing your eyes close, your stature finally relaxing into the hospital bed once again.

"What the hell was that?" Hyunjin huffs, slightly out of breath from the physical altercation.

"Sometimes patients can be violent when they wake up out of a coma. It can happen to anyone," the nurse explains, taking the chart off the wall beside the bed. "We'll get some soft restraints to put on her arms before she wakes up again. It's unlikely for her to panic again, but it's just a precaution."

The guys nod, all three of them staring at your now peaceful face.

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The next time you wake up, you feel as if you're experiencing deja vu. Your eyes open slowly, and you wince at the feeling of them being crusted over from sleep.

You also become strikingly aware of the aching pain radiating from your thigh. Your leg remains immobile, and you feel the constricting cast running from your mid thigh down to your ankle.

You go to bring your hand up to rub your face, but your movements are restricted. Your attention is brought to your hands, now laying limply by your side. There are restraints covering your wrists. Your face contorts into an expression of confusion, and you glance at the couch to your right.

Seated there are Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Your deja vu hits you harder when you see them resting against one another, sleeping soundly.

"Chan," you call out to him, your voice surprisingly hoarse, your throat scratchy and raw.

He immediately jolts up, waking the other two in the process.

"Hey, you're awake," he says, getting up from the couch.

He's cautious as he walks over to you, taking slow steps to get to your bed. Changbin and Hyunjin watch from the couch, keeping their distance. Their expressions rival Chan's, somehow looking even more timid.

"Hi," you suddenly feel shy under their gazes, "Why are you looking at me like that? I can't even move; can we get these things off of me."

"Yea, sorry, the nurse said it was just precautionary. I'll go get someone to take them off of you," Hyunjin gets up from the couch, hurrying out into the hallway.

Realization dawns on you, and you bring your eyes to meet Chan's again. "Did I hurt someone? What happened?"

"You were trying to hurt yourself," a nurse enters the room, answering the question for Chan. "You were in a coma for a couple days. Sometimes, when patients wake, they can turn aggressive. Which you did, but nobody was hurt, the boys stopped you before you could do any damage."

You just nod, not entirely sure how to respond. She explains in more detail what had happened as she takes the restraints off your wrists.

"We had to sedate you, so you were out for an additional day. On the bright side, your coma allowed for your body to do some of the tough healing while you were unconscious. You had a surgery on your thigh the night you were brought in due to a compound fracture in your femur. The surgery was successful. It seems to be doing well for now, of course we'll have to bring you back in for some check-ups, but you should be good to go for now."

Your eyes widen as she goes on and on. Chan sits beside you, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help comfort you. The nurse continues about the paperwork, and leaves to gather it so you can leave.

"How are you feeling?" Changbin asks from the end of your bed.

"Overwhelmed," you answer curtly. The thought of not being able to perform for a while hurts your heart. Not only that, but you can't even walk!

Your suddenly hit with a wave of memories from the night of the accident, and your eyes water at the thought of the rest of your members who were in the car with you.

"Are the other guys alright? Where are they?" your voice is panicked as you ramble off questions.

"They're ok, we promise," Chan reassures you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "They went home a couple days ago to rest. None of them got hurt as badly as you did. They all got some stitches, Seungmin's got a broken arm, and Felix has a pretty nasty concussion, but they're ok."

You sigh in relief, allowing your head to rest on Chan's shoulder.

The nurse comes back in, a folder filled with paperwork in hand. "As soon as you fill these out, you'll be good to go! Your medications and dosages are in this little baggy. You had some lacerations on your side, but we just covered them with butterfly bandages. The stitches on your neck can be taken out at your next appointment. Just be weary of them as you go about your day, try not to turn your head too quickly," she instructs, handing over the paperwork.

Within a few minutes, everything is filled out and you've been put in a wheelchair. Chan stands behind you, wheeling you out towards the van. Hyunjin carries your crutches from beside you, and Changbin holds your medicine and the paperwork.

Getting in the car was a hassle all in itself, as your leg felt like a million pounds with the cast on it. Your hip was so sore from laying in bed for so long, so you opted to have Chan lift you into the car.

Once finally settled, you lean back against the seat and close your eyes. You don't want to admit it, but you know these next few months are going to be difficult.

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It's been a few weeks now, and things have started to go back to how they were before the accident. This is the first regularly scheduled week since then, and you're grateful for the normalcy.

Your managers had put everything on hold for a while, allowing you and the rest of your members to recover some. They knew it was a difficult time for all of you, and you were thankful for their leniency.

You have been spending most of your time on the downstairs couch, lounging around in front of the T.V. Various members would join you throughout the day, helping you with whatever you needed. Chan has certainly been the most doting, running at your every beck and call.

Today was no different; Chan decided to stay home with you while the rest of the members went to dance practice. He knew it'd probably put him behind, but they weren't set to perform for a good while, so he'll just catch up a different day. Plus, he knows Minho can handle them all just fine without him there.

The two of you are lounging on the couch, watching one of your favorite T.V shows, when Chan gets up to use the bathroom.

You hear the door close, and realize now's your chance. Your stomach's been growling for the past hour, but you didn't want to make Chan make you something.

However, you are done being the world's longest lounging couch potato, so you rise to your feet, grabbing your crutches from beside you, and make your way into the kitchen.

You know you don't have long before Chan finds you, so you ravage through the fridge quickly to try and find something to eat. You see your leftovers from the other night neatly packed away, so you grab those.

You carefully set your crutches down, leaning them on the counter next to you before hopping, leftovers in hand, to the microwave.

Unfortunately, the rug in front of the sink slips beneath you, and you fall onto the ground, your leftovers opening and spilling out onto you.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you sigh. Thankfully, you're not hurt, your butt just a little sore, but some of the sauce now decorates your cast.

You hear the door fling open from down the hall, and a frantic Chan bursts into the kitchen a mere second later. "What are you doing?" he's panicked as he rushes over to you, his arms looping under yours to pull you up.

"I was just going to heat these up because I was hungry, but then I slipped. I'm fine," you lightly push Chan away from you, knowing fully well that you can stand on your own.

He looks slightly taken back by your attitude, but nevertheless moves towards you again. He wraps his arms around you in an attempt to pick you up, no doubt to carry you back into your permanent spot on the living room couch, but you give him a firmer shove this time. "Did I hurt you?" he worries, his eyebrows scrunching.

"No, I just want to walk to the bathroom myself and get cleaned up," you explain, doing your best to keep your composure.

"I can help, let me grab you a wash rag for your cast," he bends down next to you, rummaging through the cupboard.

"Chan, please," you sigh. As much as you loved being babied at first, enough is enough. "I need some time by myself. I love you guys, but I'm not sure I've had a moment alone since the accident." Your arms are crossed as he stands, a pout forming on his face.

"But we just want to help you," he says, puppy-dog eyes on full display.

"And I thank you for all you guys have done the past month, but I really need to start doing things for myself again," you reach past him, grabbing your crutches and head down the hall to your bathroom. "Now to get this sauce off me," you mumble as you push the door open with the end of your crutch.

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You're laying on your bed later in the day, knee propped up on a plump pillow to help alleviate some of the pain from your aching leg, when you hear a knock on door.

You tell them to come in, and the door opens to reveal Chan. "Hi," he's timid as he walks in. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, a guilty look on his face.

"What's up?" you ask, sliding your bookmark into the crease of your novel.

"I wanted to apologize on behalf of all of us. We've been really clingy since the accident, and we didn't realize we were overstepping."

"Chan," you sigh, adjusting yourself to sit next to him. "Please don't beat yourself up about this. Honestly, I was just a little frustrated earlier and took it out on you. You guys have helped me more than you know these last few weeks. I really don't mind all the doting."

His eyes light up at that. "Really?" his voice is giddy, and you regret that you were the cause of his sadness before.

While the overprotectiveness really did get on your nerves a bit, if it brings them that much happiness to take care of you, you suppose you can get past your grumpiness and let them do it.

"Really."

"Guys, she changed her mind!" he yells, and not even a second later, your door swings open, seven smiling faces staring back at you.

They hurry into your room, clumsily fighting each other to sit on your bed. They're still cautious of your leg, but they all manage to fit, even if a little squished.

"Don't make me regret this," you joke, ruffling Seungmin's hair from where he's laid out on your lap.

"You know you love us," Chan comments, smirking at you.

"I certainly do."

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz oneshots #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #bang chan #skz bangchan #stray kids bang chan #bang chan x reader #skz angst #skz hurt/comfort #skz 9th member #stray kids 9th member #stray kids ninth member #skz ninth member

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slvt4felix · 4 months

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I Could Never Hate You

Pairing -> ninth member!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~3,300 words Includes -> hurt/comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, hyunjin's a meanie, reader has anxiety, minho struggles with his feelings, cringy nickname use, yelling, swearing Summary -> The rest of the group members are over the silly rivalry between you and Minho. They decide to take matters into their own hands. However, their little game takes a turn for the worse when one of the members betrays your trust. Some may call it destiny…the way it leads you straight into the arms of the one you would never expect. Author's Note -> This is my first time posting on here, so hopefully this isn't too rough. Also, I swear I don’t hate Hyunjin. I love him to death. It was just necessary for the plot… anywaysss hope you enjoy!!

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“I swear to God if you guys don’t open this door right now!” You yell as you pound on the hotel room down the hall from yours. There hasn’t been a reply, but you know that Hyunjin and Felix are in there. The two of them are always locked in their hotel rooms the night before your shows. They try to get as much sleep as possible for the next day.

‘They are definitely laughing their asses off right now,’ you think to yourself. It was just a stupid prank to them. Something to get you and Minho to finally get along again, but they just don’t get it. You had tried for so long to make it work, but Minho was just too stubborn. For heaven’s sake, you guys used to be the best of friends. One day he just started being cruel. Ignoring your texts, saying snarky things under his breath, scoffing every time you accidentally messed a move up. It escalated to the point where you no longer talk anymore. Truly, it is not your fault and they don’t seem to get it. He refuses to say anything about what happened, completely disregarding the fact that you were ever close enough to share your deepest secrets.

You turn around to leave, realizing the two boys were probably never going to open the door. You hear the lock click and spin back to see the annoyingly beautiful face of Felix. Although he wasn’t outright laughing at you, he was putting little effort in trying to hide his smile.

“Hey, what are you so upset for? I didn’t notice anything wrong on the bus earlier?” Felix asks. You just stare back dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck would you ever put me in a room with him?” you spit pushing past Felix into his room, “Don’t you dare look at me like that, you know how he treats me.”

Hyunjin just looks at you from his spot on a queen bed closest to the window. He looks shocked, as if he hadn’t expected you to actually put up a fight against the sleeping arrangements.

"How is that our fault?" Hyunjin questions. He seems like he may be genuinely asking, but you know him better than that. You have always been closer to him than the other members, especially after all the things that went down with Minho. Hyunjin was always the one to comfort you. The first to step up when your anxiety got to be too much. So, it was obvious that the members did have something to do with it, and it wasn't just an unfortunate fluke.

"I saw the way you guys all ran to claim your rooms while I was still collecting my suitcase. Don't act stupid. I know you know what's going on," you say back in hopes to get him to at least explain what their plan was. Maybe you could reason with them and get one of the boys to switch. Heck, you'd even be willing to sleep on the couch in Hyunjin and Felix's room, but it's starting to seem like they don't even want you in their room in the first place.

You hear Felix close the door behind you, but it's all blocked out as you watch Hyunjin roll his eyes at you. While this may seem like a typical Hyunjin action, it just didn't feel right. He tries to be more gentle with you than the other boys. After confiding many of your secrets and insecurities in him, he knows to control his face around you. Yet, it's beginning to look like he's forgotten all about that tonight.

"Yeah, I'm the stupid one..." he mumbles under his breath. With every sentence exchanged, the tension in the room grows thicker. You almost feel bad putting the other poor boy in the room through this. You can practically feel him stiffen with every word spoken.

"Hyunjin-" Felix starts but is cut off by a sharp look from the man himself. You know it's starting to go too far if Felix is getting upset, but Hyunjin doesn't seem to care.

"Why are you so angry right now?" you ask him, praying the question doesn't fire him up more. Maybe he's just having a really bad day, or maybe he just wants to be alone and can't deal with your problems.

"I'm not angry," he starts, "you're just making a big deal out of absolutely nothing." By the end of it he begins to raise his voice, another thing he knows you aren't a fan of. You take a step back, a little confused at his ignorance. He's been with you through all the fights, why doesn't he understand how big of a deal this is to you?

As you're still trying to make sense of his previous statement, his voice quiets down, and he looks back down at his phone as he whispers, "Just like you always do."

"What is that even supposed to mean?" you ask, scared for the response. He glances up sharply, making true eye contact for the first time tonight.

"You're always crying over stupid shit, and I really can't handle it anymore,” he states angrily, his eyes not leaving yours the entire time. He finally breaks eye contact, and the tension explodes, painting the whole room red.

As dramatic as it sounds, it's like a knife to your heart, or perhaps more accurately a stab in the back. You know exactly what he means by that. It's like he was aiming for your most sensitive spots. With your anxiety, you tend to panic over things that don't usually matter much in other people's minds. Every time you have an anxiety attack or are just freaking out about something, you usually try to hide it. You worry that your friends won't take you seriously or will make fun of you over something they consider 'not a big deal'. You've confided in Hyunjin over this topic before. He's helping you get over that and come to them when you need help. So why is he now turning on you? Was it all an act before?

You feel your eyes start to tear up, but you hold them back. He cannot see you cry.

"Fuck you," you say, attempting to put venom behind it, but all that comes out is your shaky voice.

"Y/n, wait," Felix says sympathetically as you go to leave the room. Normally, you would stop and let Felix comfort you, but suddenly everything is feeling just a little too heavy and you can't seem to look him in the eye any longer. You stride out of the room, keeping your shoulders straight without even glancing back. You just need to stay strong until you make it into the hallway. You slam the door behind you despite typically being the one to argue when the other members to it. Your eyes are blurring too fast at this point to even recognize the fact that you probably should've shut it a bit quieter. It is a hotel and noise complaints are a thing, but, honestly, that is the least of your worries at the moment. You just keep replaying back the fight in your head trying to figure out what you did wrong. It had to be something, right?

You start down the hallway, cursing when you realize your room is at the other end of the hall. You hope the other boys can't hear your sobs, especially the two you just departed from. As much as you want to be comforted, it feels like you're past the point of no return and just want to be alone. You try to stifle your cries a bit with your hand, but it doesn't do much. You're heads getting a little too light, you're breathing getting harder to control. Your hands are shaking, and it seems like the crying is just starting. Some may call you sensitive, but when the tears start you simply begin to spiral. There's very little that can calm you down at that point. Hyunjin usually has to take you somewhere and help you take deep breaths especially before your concerts. But he's the one who started this mess. So, what are you supposed to do now?

You finally make it to your hotel room, barely being able to read the numbers, and you start to dig around in your pockets. You start to panic as you struggle to find your key card, but eventually you grasp the small rectangular piece of plastic and open the door.

Once inside, you shut the door, a bit calmer this time, and fall back against it. The only thing on your mind being the fact that you are finally in your own room, alone. You put your hands over your face, trying to quiet some of your senses. In the haste to get out of the situation, you completely failed to remember the problem that had started it all.

Minho is sitting in one of the beds; he had plenty of time to choose considering you just dropped your suitcase off and stormed off upon realizing the two of you would be rooming together. He's all cozy in his sweat pants and t-shirt, obviously thankful for your abrupt disappearance. He looks up, shocked to see you re-entering the room. He plans to make a jab of some sort, but immediately pauses upon seeing your state. It seems like you haven't even noticed that he's in there yet. He's never really seen you like this before, or at least not since he started pushing you away. Putting that aside, he accepts defeat realizing that you need someone. You need him.

Your eyes are covered as you cry quietly into your hands, pushing your head back into the wood behind you. You flinch slightly upon feeling strong arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you away from the hard door. However, you soon relax into the arms, enjoying the feeling of safety flood your system. The man is warm and gentle as he presses you against him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck.

"Follow my breathing," he whispers in your ear, sending goosebumps from your head to your toes. You try to listen to him, but all of your senses are so overwhelmed that you can't seem to focus on anything. Feeling like a fool, you begin to cry harder, immediately sending you back to the fight with Hyunjin.

"Honey," he starts, "you just have to take a deep breath. I don't want you to pass out on me." Hearing the quiet voice in your ear helps bring your mind back to the present. Trying to focus on the instructions, you begin to notice the chest rising and falling slowly against yours. You can even feel the man's calm heart beat against your racing one.

Following the normally simple order, you try to take a deeper inhale resulting in a few hiccups and more tears. One of the arms around your shoulder falls and his hand begins to rub your back gently. As you focus on the sensation, your breathing starts to even out, just as Minho had hoped.

Once you are in a slightly better state, he moves you over to the bed. Setting you down on the edge, he kneels in front of you and softly pulls your hands away from your face. You instinctively bow your head, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to keep from facing the man in front of you.

Minho reaches his hand out, bringing your face back up towards his. You slowly open your eyes at the gentle touch. He's looking right back at you, a soft expression covering his face. He hasn't looked at you like that in years. He practically lights up when your eyes meet his.

A smile grows on his face, as he quietly says, "There you go, kitten." Your face flushes at the nickname, and you hear Minho giggle softly at your blushing cheeks. He used to call you that all the time. A fan had once greeted the two of you at a fan meet saying how you both had the same energy as cats. So from that day on, he had called you that nickname constantly, earning well-deserved teasing from the other boys. Yet, it had all stopped out of nowhere.

'He doesn't care about you anymore,' you remind yourself. You pull away from him roughly and stand up from the bed. You take a few steps away from him, the comfort you had felt being ripped away in seconds. This was too confusing. He can't ignore you for years and suddenly act normal. That isn't how this works.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you ask him, just wanting some sort of explanation. He slowly stands up, his soft look from before transforming into a look of pure regret.

"What are you talking about? You're upset and I care about you," he calmly explains, obviously ignoring the elephant in the room. But you can see it in his eyes; the nerves, the regret, and the sadness painting itself across his irises.

"You hate me,” you say, leaving no room for discussion. You were sick of being left in the dark and being turned on. You just want to know, what happened?

"You don't really believe that do you?" he asks as his body language changes. He reaches a hand up, pulling a little too roughly against his hair as he looks down at the ground.

"I mean-" you start to say but are cut off by a small sniffle coming from across you.

The culprit looks up at you again, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Minho never cries. It's just one of those things. So he wipes them away and says the last words you would ever imagine him speaking to you.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers genuinely, "I never meant to make you feel that way, but I guess that's what it's come to, hasn't it?"

You stand stiffly, staring at him. You had never seen the man look so defeated. You are even more confused about where the two of you stand than you have ever been.

"But I don't get it, you're just so mean. I don't know how you couldn't hate me."

"I could never hate you,” he states staring at you. His eyes are so deep that you can see exactly what he's feeling, and you realize, this is it. He's an open book. This may be the one time you get to see under the surface of Lee Minho since those days of friendship all those years ago.

"Then why did you push me away?" you ask, taking advantage of his state.

"I was just so scared. I thought you would hate me if you found out..." he trails off. You simply wait for him to finish his sentence, but he never does. He just looks back at you in hopes that you understand what he's trying to say. A silence builds, and Minho takes a deep breath before continuing.

"I love you and I was just too scared in case it would ruin the group," he says, finally letting the truth escape after years of secrets. The shock of the statement leaves you speechless, simply staring at your old best friend.

After a few seconds of building tension, you can’t help but start to giggle, leading to near hysterics with more tears springing to your eyes. You had thought you had cried all of them out, but it looks like you were wrong. There's no way that's the reason. If only he had been honest with his feelings, then you would've never been in this situation in the first place.

He looks surprised at your laughing, and his whole body seems to deflate.

'Hopefully he doesn't think I'm laughing at him', you think. There's no way they had messed up communication that bad to let it get to this point.

"You should have said that, Minho. I was so in love with you," you state gently, trying not to bewilder the poor man. He looks up, and there's pure excitement on his face. It's beautiful to see compared to his earlier expressions, and you're reminded of all those little reasons you love him. All those reasons that have been buried down due to his obliviousness.

"Really?" he says, taking a step closer to you. Your cheeks heat up upon realizing that you really did just reveal one of your darkest secrets.

He takes another step closer, his face now only inches from yours. You feel his arms wrap sweetly around your waist. You glance down at his lips; they're slightly chapped, but honestly, it's just all part of what makes Minho, Minho. Your eyes go back up to meet his, and you can see the tension and nerves drawn upon his face. You quickly close the distance, making the decision you should have made all those years ago.

Minho doesn't pull away, instead immediately melting into the kiss, bringing one hand up to delicately cup your cheek. This may be one of the softest moments you have ever witnessed from Minho, and man do you want more.

You don't kiss for long, it's short and sweet, but it means so much more. Within it is everything you had wished you could've said to each other since the beginning.

You both pull back, a laugh leaving both of your mouths as you take in how outrageous the situation is. He pulls you close again, his head falling on your shoulder.

"I promise, I will never ever treat you like that again. You mean so much to me," he whispers. You bring a hand up to pet the back of his hair, pulling back just enough to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The two of you eventually pull away as your eyelids begin to droop. You realize how late it has gotten, neither of you noticing with all the drama that has unfolded. You quickly change into your pajamas and get ready to go to sleep.

You end up in the same bed with your head lying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair. Despite how sleepy you both feel, you know there is so much more to talk about and neither of you will be able to fall asleep.

Minho breaks the silence, asking you the dreaded question, "So, what happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"Hyunjin and I fought. He said some very hurtful things." I reply sadly, the memories of the fight resurfacing.

"You two are so close, I'm sure he didn't mean it. You know how upset he gets when we’re on tour for so long. He gets aggravated having to be around us all the time, but it was still messed up for him to be so mean to you."

You laugh at his response, "Yeah, like you can talk."

"Hey!" he says dramatically. You both giggle, and despite the tough topic, the tension seems to melt away. It always used to be that way with Minho. It's as if the two of you were made for each other. Everything just felt so much better and easier around him. Suddenly, everything in life was a lot sweeter.

"But seriously, don't worry about it too much, kitten. Felix will take care of it, and Hyunjinnie will be running back to you by the morning."

Part 2 out now!

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jaehunnyy · 1 year

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Flawless.

Genre: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint

Word count: 0.6k

Pairing: boyfriend!Jisung x gn!reader

Warnings: usage of pet names (my love, beautiful, angel, my star, baby), mentions of anxiety, Jisung has a panick attack, crying, cute confessions, possible grammar mistakes

Requested by: @shakalakaboomboo (song: Mary On A Cross - Ghost) __________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

You and Han Jisung weren't dating for a lot of time, but what you surely knew was that you were made for each other. Your dates were filled with laughter and happiness, and just looking at him could bring you the comfort you needed. You thought it was all perfect; he seemed absolutely flawless. Though, maybe, you needed to experience some hardships together, in order to grow even closer to each other.

Jisung thought he had everything under control. He was aware that his anxiety was still there, but he seemed to forget about everything that could happen when he saw his lover’s beautiful eyes. You were his comfort, but he was so scared to let you see this side of him. Scared to lose you and everything the two of you crafted in this beautiful love story.

He found himself thinking about the worst again, as he felt the stingy venom of his anxiety kicking in. He tried to calm down, but the thoughts overflowing his feelings seemed to win the battle. He was screwed. The tears threatened to slip on his delicately sculpted face, and he fought so hard to make them disappear, but with no result. He wished one of his friends was there for him, but the environment of the room he was in screamed loneliness. He started to search for his phone, breath and hands shaky, and a whole mind glitching over the same thought: how would you react if you found out about his "problem", his beautiful flaw.

You, on the other hand, were worried to death. You took the first taxi you saw to get to him on time, after the nine calls he missed from you. Jisung used to answer immediately and let you hear his honey-like voice, but not today. The time seemed to stop on its track right there, and everything irritated you; you just wanted to know that your boyfriend was fine. As soon as you got to his apartment, you knocked a few times, breathing heavily from all the running–locked. You took your spare key from your bag and unlocked the door, and your eyes widened instantly at the sight. Your boyfriend was crying on his knees in front of the bed, his hands moving like they were searching for something.

“My love! What’s wrong, beautiful?” you asked worriedly, kneeling next to him and cupping his cheeks softly.

“P-please don’t look at me… You don’t deserve to see me like this…”

As much as it hurt to hear him talking like that, you needed to help him. You wiped his tears softly, before pressing a feather-like kiss on his eyelids.

“I’m here for you, angel. I promised you I will be here for you at both your best and worst. Please, tell me what happened…" you pleaded him softly, looking in his teary orbs.

“I struggle with anxiety… I was scared to tell you, I didn’t mean to scare you and make you leave me… I never meant to let you see this–”

You interrupted him with a little kiss on his hand, then led it to his heart, pressing it there softly.

“Baby, your beauty never ever scared me. I care about what’s in there, the love you carry. You deserve the whole world, my star.”

His face got burrowed by his pearly tears, happy ones this time.

“I love you, my angel. So, so much,” he whispered between his sobs, hugging you tight to his chest.

You could hear his heartbeat, and it made you smile. The closure you had with him, the promise that everything will be alright, all these little things made you aware of the bright future waiting for the two of you, even if it meant getting through some obstacles together. Your love was stronger than any hardship you went through, and you were ready to show the world that nothing could bring you down when you were together.

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lixie-phoria · 4 months

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summer sun forever (stray kids comforting their 9th member!reader)

pairing : platonic stray kids x fem!9th member reader

requested : yes

warnings - mentions of blood, description of poor parenting (lmk if i've missed any!)

genre - angst to comfort

jeongin thought it was normal, the way you would sit alone during group discussions giving your input only when asked directly.

seungmin though it was a habit, the way you would immediately pinch yourself if you made a mistake.

felix thought it was out of good nature that you would constantly appreciate his sunshine-like personality and inability to be mad for longer than a few moments.

han thought it was adorable, the way you would cover your smile while laughing at one of his jokes, trying to hold back any laugh that was louder than a giggle.

hyunjin thought it was just your strive for perfection that you would spend hours more than the other boys trying to perfect your choreographies, scared to mess up.

changbin thought it was a personal preference, the way you'd always dress up in lose clothing, rejecting anything that was too fitting.

lee know thought it was impressive, the way you could recognize any member just from his footsteps approaching your room or the way you always left one ear uncovered when using headphones.

but chan knew. or he thought he did, at least. maybe it was brotherly instincts kicking in, but he knew these habits weren't healthy. far from it. it concerned him, but he didn't know how to approach you either.

his concerns were triggered for the first time when you dropped a glass at the dorms, sharp shards scattering everywhere. you didn't notice him rush to help you as he stopped dead in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you pick up the broken pieces with bare hands. he saw the way your hands were trembling and how a particularly tricky piece sliced right through your skin, blood oozing out. you didn't even flinch, sparing the cut a small glance before you went back to cleaning the floor. you didn't bother trying to disinfect it, opting to only run it under the tap and wiping it away with a few tissues. then you crumpled them up, making sure the members wouldn't notice the red on the paper and went about your day as usual. chan waited, patiently, expecting you to bring up the injury to anyone, but you didn't, so he thought maybe it was just a small cut. maybe it was just a small wound, after all.

you would tell them if you were really hurt, right?

the second time chan notices something wrong is when you hit your upper arm at the edge of the table during dinner. it had hurt, that much he knew from the way you yelped and rubbed the sore spot. he had laughed at your clumsiness with the others as you smiled sheepishly, ducking your head and running away to your room to do who knows what. he thought he saw tears in your eyes, but you didn't mention the bruise again, so they all thought you were okay.

but chan's breaking point was when stays themselves noticed something was wrong. he was scrolling through instagram when a particular reel caught his attention. it was of their dance performance, and the fan had zoomed into your figure - specifically your upper arm - and the large reddish blue spot was so strikingly evident it took him three rewatches to make sure it was not an edit. how had any of them missed it? then another reel came up, and it was you wincing slightly as lee know jokingly shook your hand, the same one you had cut while cleaning the glass. and it's like the pieces immediately fall into place.

chan doesn't think twice. before he knows it he's out of his room and walking (more like storming) towards yours, and he doesn't bother knocking. but even then, you had been expecting him, because you're staring at the door with a small smile on your face.

"i heard you coming. is everything ok?"

it's the first time your keen observation skills concern him, but he doesn't answer, instead striding towards you and lifting your arm despite your complaints. when his eyes zero-in on the bruise that you had expertly been concealing, he sees red. he isn't sure why he's angry. it's not your fault. but he is mad, and he couldn't control it.

of course you could see it on his face, and it's like you go into auto pilot mode, snatching your arm back and immediately apologizing, making excuses that fly straight out of his ears. he tries to hold back, he really does, but he can't. and before he can stop, the damage is done.

"don't bother. you clearly don't trust us enough anymore."

in hindsight, that was probably the worst thing chan could have said to you. blaming you would only worsen things, but he's so confused and disappointed in himself. he didn't know what kept you on the edge so often, and it hurt him that you wouldn't open up.

and thus the apparent cold war began.

you weren't mad. no. far from that. you were terrified. you had disappointed chan, the one person who made you feel safe always. the one person you knew you could go to with anything. but you chose not to, and now maybe you never will be able to. and it was like you were a teenager again, crying yourself to sleep every night, cautious of every word you spoke, and jumping at the slightest raised voice.

chan wasn't mad either. he was confused. he was hurt, a little bit. and he regretted the words he had carelessly spat out. it clearly hadn't been the right approach and now it hurt him to see the way you would tense whenever he stepped into the room, not making eye-contact and apologizing profusely to everybody for the smallest mistakes.

he thought giving you space was the best option for now. but in hindsight, that was a terrible decision too. he didn't realize how angry he was coming off as. he didn't know that not just you but all the members thought he was giving you the silent treatment. and for you, that hit too close to home. literally.

"ynnie, do you want some more soup?"

felix is met with a timid yes as he happily pours you another serving. but even his bubbly smile couldn't diffuse the obvious tension in the atmosphere. the other 7 didn't know the details of what had happened. chan knew you would want to tell them yourself if you told them at all, but they knew it was bad. because now you barely smiled and chan always seemed tense.

"and salt?"

again, you only nod, reaching towards the jar he was offering, when it happens. all of a sudden. jeongin's arm brushes yours, and as his elbow pushes into your bruise, you yelp, the lid falling to the floor with a loud shattering sound.

the silence that follows immediately after is loud, and everyone notices the way you go completely still. unnaturally still, as though waiting for someone to yell at you. lee know recovers first, and as he bends down to pick up the fallen object, you flinch, and their hearts collectively shatter.

what was the matter with you lately?

before they know it, you're gulping the steaming hot soup down, hurriedly apologizing and making a bee line for your room. but this time, everyone can see the tears brimming your waterline.

nobody gets up, but nobody eats anymore either. the silence only intensifies until chan groans, burring his face in his hands.

"hey lix, you mind checking up on her? i don't think she's doing very well."

the blonde boy doesn't need to be told twice. he's making his way towards your room and when he enters, the floor slides from beneath him. you're curled up in your bed, trying to muffle your sobs that wrack through your body.

when you see him come in, your first instinct is to hide. to not show. but it's too late, because he's rushing towards you, embracing you in the warmest hug. its comforting, in a way you have never felt before, and that only spirals your break down further.

felix doesn't know what to do or say. he doesn't know what happened. he doesn't know what could make you feel better, but it's so incredibly heart breaking the way you curl up into yourself as though trying to reject any help that it brings tears into his own eyes.

it isn't long before the others come following, and when chan sees you it's like a part of him dies. you look so small, so hurt, so breakable. and deep down, he knows this could have been avoided if he'd thought twice before lashing out at you.

"yn."

his voice is soft, and when you notice him you're scrambling out of felix's grasp, and he almost thinks you're trying to get way from him. but then you're throwing yourself into his arms with apologies tumbling out along with your sobs. he tries to calm you down, running a hand through your hair, but you're inconsolable. they have never seen you cry like this before.

"calm down, angel. please. talk to me."

it's the first time chan has spoken to you in more than a week, and you hadn't realized how much you had missed it. how much his silence had been affecting you.

"please don't be mad at me." you whimper as chan guides you sit on your bed, the other 7 hovering around unsure of what to do but concern reflecting in each of their eyes.

"mad? i'm not mad, ynnie. i'm concerned."

his words come as a shock.

he's concerned?

"but i'm crying."

"that's exactly why i'm concerned."

"oh."

you've never heard these words before. you never thought you would. growing up, showing emotions was a big no. crying was almost a taboo. showing emotions was for the weak, as your parents would say. they didn't wish to raise a weak daughter. nobody ever showed you concern. it was either anger or silence.

you've run out of tears, but dry sobs still shake your body every few seconds as chan holds you closer, motioning for the rest to sit down.

"do you want to talk about it?"

you shake your head. no. you were bad at talking about your feelings. they didn't have to know. it's not that important.

"you have to open up at some point, yn."

"i don't want to burden you guys."

"burden us?"

even seungmin, who usually stays expressionless during conflicts, seems appalled.

"yn, your emotions are not a burden."

"that's not what mum used to say."

you didn't mean to say it out loud, but it slips from your mouth and they all seem to have heard it.

chan's grip on you tightens. none of them knew much about your family. you didn't like talking about it. now it was slowly coming to them exactly why this preference could be.

"you can trust us, you know? we want to be there for you."

"i do trust you."

"then why won't you tell us what's wrong."

"don't want to annoy you any further."

the guilt gnaws at chan as felix pulls you away from his grasp, snuggling you into his side.

"yn, i wasn't mad. i was trying to give you space."

"i thought you were ignoring me." and in a smaller voice you reluctantly add "like my parents used to. everytime they were mad."

even han is somewhat misty eyed as felix runs calming circles against your upper arm.

"we would never give you the silent treatment."

"yeah! we love you way too much for that."

"is that why you're so closed off?"

"changbin! you can't just ask her that."

you giggle tiredly, earning a small smile from chan.

"it's alright. i'm glad you asked binnie. i think i'm ready to tell you guys."

they're all attentively waiting, and you shift uncomfortably. you never thought you would have this conversation.

"growing up, my parents didn't encourage me to express myself very much. i wasn't allowed to make mistakes, and if i did, they would give me the silent treatment for days on end. i hated it."

your voice is so small and fragile it breaks their hearts a little more.

"i've gone weeks trying to get my mother to speak to me normally. to act like she cared. but she'd always be so cold, insistent on punishing me for every little thing."

"and-" your voice broke, making hyunjin join felix in smothering you with cuddles.

"take your time, yn."

you hum, closing your eyes to stop the fresh wave of tears.

"and when chan stopped talking to me, i felt terrible. i thought i disappointed him too."

there was no more place, but chan joins the tangle of you, felix, and hyunjin as well, rubbing a soothing hand on your back.

"i'm so sorry i made you feel that way ynnie. i had no idea."

"it's not your fault," you admit, leaning into his chest.

"are we good now?"

"i hope so."

chan lets out that breathy laugh of his which you've grown to love over the years.

"don't ever hide your feelings from us, ynnie. you're a part of us. we don't want to see you hurting."

felix bops your nose as you smile, and it's all so corny and sweet, but it's also exactly what you need.

"now can we please have a movie night?"

"yah! jeongin. give her some time."

"no no, i'd actually love that. please?"

they're all ready to do whatever you want. it warms your heart and you almost cry again. nobody ever did this for you. you learned to think you didn't deserve it.

but here these 8 boys were, scrambling around trying to a build you a pillow fort and searching the shelves for snacks, yelling at each other across the house.

and as you're sitting there, you think that this could be your favorite site. they could be your favorite people. this could be your favorite memory. this feeling of being at home could be your favorite forever.

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people pleaser

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: toxic friends

word count: 3.6k

summary: in her one kid's room episode, y/n reflects on how it was hard for her not to be so kind and sweet to everyone, because she just wanted them to like her.

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The music at the start of the video played, cutting between different things the members were saying.

"Ah, she's too kind for her own good," Seungmin shook his head with a slightly sad smile.

"She hypes everyone up, she's like a mood maker of the group," Lee Know added on.

"Y/N is very selfless," Jeongin said turning his head to the others as they nodded.

"One Kid's Room, Y/N!" Y/N smiled into the camera, relaxed into the armchair with her comfy purple fleece on.

••••••

Ever since the group's trainee days, Y/N had been a people pleaser. Not that she realised that fact about herself, until it came to the future where she would reflect on herself.

She remembered when she had seen Han around the practice rooms, and it didn't matter what he did, singing, dancing or rapping... he was talented in all areas. He was even charming to her despite his shyness occasionally. She knew for sure he'd debut soon, he was an ace after all. There were also rumours going around that her good friend Chan was creating a group to join the showcase and have a chance at debuting. She wanted to be like him, so she made a lot of effort to greet him and be kind to him.

"Hi Jisung!" she would wave at him as she passed him in the corridors of JYP Entertainment.

Of course, Han being Han, would wave back without really knowing who she was at first, but he felt too awkward to ignore her. When he spoke to his hyung about a pretty girl always saying 'hello' at him, Chan was quick to tell Han about who his friend Y/N was (and also that she was off limits because he was thinking of adding her to the group but he didn't tell Han that last part).

Soon they became more comfortable around each other and Y/N found herself practising singing songs with Han, wishing she could belt notes like he could too.

"Wow, you're so good at hitting those higher notes! I wish I could do that," Y/N turned her head towards Han, from where they were both lying down on the practice room floor, feet pointed outwards to opposite walls but their heads side by side.

"Hey, you've got a great voice too, you know?" Han quickly moved his head to the side to look at her, but decided against it and stared right back up at the ceiling.

"You really think so?" Y/N's voice wavered. She needed reassurance, she knew that herself. There was still a long way to go, but she'd get to a place she wanted with her voice one day.

"I know so. Maybe one day you could be my backup singer?" Han said casually, before belly laughing when Y/N leaned over and turned to him with a pout.

"Hannnn!" she whined.

"Yah, you know I'm joking, just keep practising, you'll do great, yeah?" Han said genuinely, before standing up and hauling her up himself as they left the practice room.

•••

The next to join the group Chan was preparing for was a boy the same age as her, Jeongin. He was cute, Y/N thought, shy as well and maybe even similar to herself in some ways for wanting the approval of others, especially their future leader.

Dropping her bag in the corner of the room, first to arrive, Y/N quickly exited the practise room realising she needed the bathroom. Only to return to see Jeongin sheepishly standing in the entrance, Han looking away and Chan stood in the middle of the room with his arms folded.

"Jeongin you should have been here ten minutes ago," the Australian guy frowned running a hand through his hair. Ten minutes? Wow, Chan could be scary sometimes, and Y/N didn't regret joining the group lineup so far, but he was pretty strict.

"I-i was just..." Jeongin tried speaking up but clearly didn't have the words to explain why, practice bag in between his legs and hands clasped nervously behind his back.

"Oh that's my fault, Chan," Y/N decided to lie for him and came forward and stood next to Jeongin, resting her hand on his shoulder as they stood at the same height, "I was showing Jeongin this video at the dorms and I insisted he watch it before we leave..." she even looked off to the side awkwardly, and that part was genuine because the moment Chan let out a huff through his nose, she felt intimidated.

"Guys.... ugh, just, get ready for practice, yeah?" Chan sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose as the two youngest rushes to one side of the room.

"Why did you do that?" Jeongin whispered, pulling out his bottle of water.

"Because I want to know why you were really late," Y/N joked and nudges his shoulder, making him laugh.

"Guys, stop messing around!" Chan rolled his eyes. Y/N wasn't so sly, he saw her bag that had already been there, and knew she hadn't arrived at the same time as Jeongin, but he allowed the excuse nonetheless.

•••

Walking back into the dorms after a busy shift at work, with school the next day, hearing a loud argument was not ideal at all for Y/N. And of course, it had to be between Han and Hyunjin. The taller boy had recently been recruited by Chan after his exceptional dance skills and potential. Perhaps Han was jealous? Y/N didn't really know, all she wanted was her bed right now but she hated the confrontation she heard.

"You can't just leave your things around everywhere! You're so messy!" Hyunjin yelled at Han.

Y/N peeked her head round the hallway after taking off her coat and shoes to see them yelling at each other in the lounge. Chan and Jeongin were nowhere to be seen - they must be out somewhere.

"I was here first! You think I care about your complaints? Get over yourself!" Han shouted, fists clenched at his sides.

"Oh so it's not ok for me to complain, but you get to act like a spoilt brat and like you're better than everyone else?!" Hyunjin yelled once more.

"Guys, what are you doing?" Y/N yawned, staring at the shouting boys who immediately flipped round to their dongsaeng.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Hyunjin's eyes softened, and so did his tone as he saw her standing there tiredly.

"What are you doing up so late?" Han questioned, glancing across at her.

"She works, remember? Gosh, you don't care about anyone but yourself and-" Hyunjin shouted before Y/N quietly cut him off with her calming demeanour.

"Stop. Just stop. You ask me why I'm up late but you two are up awake and arguing... If we're gonna be a team we can't go on like this. And that's not fair to Chan," Y/N shook her head sighing. She couldn't even look at the boys, but from the resounding silence there was she hoped her words had gotten through to them.

"I guess you're right," Hyunjin nodded, shifting awkwardly on one leg.

They all looked at Y/N as if seeing her in a whole new way, she seemed more mature than ever in that moment.

"We all have early starts tomorrow, don't we?" Y/N checked with them, chewing on her lip.

"You're right we do," Han sighed and nodded.

"Right, let's sleep then," Y/N nodded and rushed off to her room, not wanting to be in that situation again. She liked offering her advice, yes, but being the voice of reason? That felt like another level of having responsibility.

"Let's not fight again," Hyunjin whispered, tired himself, physically and emotionally.

All Han could do was roll his eyes and nod as they retreated to their rooms.

It may not have been the last time they fought, but they both put in more effort to control their emotions.

•••

3RACHA was completed. Changbin joined Han and Chan in making music and releasing in onto SoundCloud together, and despite his darker aura, the boy was one of the most caring guys she had ever met.

He would check up on her often, noticing her floating away into her own little world. It happened again one day, when Y/N was sat in the studio with the three guys, until Chan and Han went to collect lunch.

"You good, Y/Nnie?" Changbin asked, breaking the comfortable silence that was in the room.

"Hmm, yeah, why?" Y/N wiped sleep out of her eyes as she saw him staring back at her.

"It's ok, you know, to be upset, or tired," Changbin gently spoke, sensing from the start that she was a sensitive, soft soul.

"I'm not upset... I just need to improve, that's all..." Y/N sighed, curling up into a tighter ball on the sofa, tugging a blanket over her legs.

"I saw your face after the staff spoke to you," Changbin informed her, helping to straighten out the blanket.

"They just said that I shouldn't expect to be a part of the group if I'm dancing and singing the way I do and that even a rat would have done a better job," Y/N shrugged, not able to look at Changbin.

"They what? They can't say rude shit like that to you!" Changbin stood up, arms folded.

"I-it was just constructive criticism," Y/N jumped slightly, not expecting the strong reaction from her fellow group member.

"No, they were rude to you, there's a difference between constructive criticism and being rude. How is what they said helpful in any way?!" Changbin growled, shaking his head with a clenched jaw.

"I just caught them in a bad mood-" Y/N shared the thought that was playing over and over again in her head, eyes shining as she looked up at Changbin.

"No, you didn't, ok? It's alright," Changbin side hugged her to him, joining her back on the sofa, "it's ok to feel sad from what they said, I just want you to talk to me about it, I'm here. Now, come on, Chan and Han will be back with food soon."

•••

Next to join the group was a charming freckled boy, also from Australia. He had quickly grown close with Chan from their shared nationality, but Y/N craved to be close with him too. She wanted him to like her, after all, she got on well with her other members, so she found herself worrying when she hadn't really had a chance to bond with him yet.

He was a cute and loveable guy, and with the language barrier, Felix not really knowing a lot of Korean yet, Y/N felt disheartened when her words would be met with a blank look from him. She just hadn't connected the dots yet, not realising it was because her quick ramblings in Korean were an overwhelming whirlwind of incomprehensible words.

"Hi Felix! I'm so glad you joined the group, you've got such a cool voice I think it will really make us stand out!" Y/N gushed to Felix after they all did a vocal practice together.

"Thank you," Felix awkwardly answered before looking away at the ground, smiling bigger only when Chan stood next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

That was when Y/N decided she needed to find a better way to communicate with Felix, so she started writing notes, using an online translator to write an English translation below her Korean words, to tell him words of encouragement and show him she was there as a friend.

•••

"Thanks Y/N! See you soon, maybe," Y/N's trainee friends giggled as they left the lobby of JYP, Y/N waving goodbye to them as she zipped her purse back up.

"What was that about?" Seungmin spoke up, leant against the wall opposite her.

"Oh, umm, my friends asked if they could borrow some of my money to get some snacks," Y/N grinned, feeling happy she was able to help her friends.

"You didn't have to do that... give them your money so easily," Seungmin shook his head, walking over and standing closer to her now.

Seungmin was recognised for his polite nature and gorgeous voice, hence his joining of the group.

"It's ok, really, they needed it and plus they said they'd pay me back," Y/N defended her friends, lips pursing when she saw Seungmin frown.

"Whenever I see those friends of yours they ask for money," Seungmin was trying really hard for Y/N to see sense.

"It's fine I have a part time job for a reason," Y/N smiled, trying to brush away Seungmin's concerned but it only made it worse.

"Yeah, not to fund their snacks," his eyes only widened in response.

"They need it," Y/N's voice became higher pitched, as she was desperate for Seungmin to believe her and just leave alone the subject. She didn't want to be in any sort of argument with him but he also didn't want him to be thinking badly of her friends.

"So do you, please be careful around them," Seungmin sighed and patted her shoulder, seeing she wanted to leave the subject alone, as they both left the company.

Later that night at the dorms, Y/N and Seungmin were relaxing on the sofa, with the other members too, as they scrolled through their phones. Looking at her social media, Y/N tapped on her friend's story, only to see they were all hanging out without her, and seemed to be eating at a slightly more expensive fast food restaurant. But they didn't even have enough money for a snack earlier?!

It seemed Y/N had spoke this last thought out loud. Seungmin peered over her shoulder and frowned, recognising the people in the photos as his younger member's friends.

Stopping himself from telling her 'I told you so', Seungmin offered his comfort.

"You've got us, yeah? Don't worry about them anymore," Seungmin swiped off of the story and took her phone out of her hands.

"I don't know what i did wrong..." Y/N bit her lip, wondering how she always went wrong with her friends.

"You did nothing wrong, they took advantage of your kindness, Y/N, now let me order some fried chicken for us, yeah?"

•••

The final member Chan added to the lineup was a guy called Minho, who, very impressively, had completed the basic JYP dance moves in 2 weeks. Y/N was in awe of him.

"I can't believe you completed the moves already! I bet Chan will make you dance leader when we all get to debut together!" Y/N smiled at Lee Know, singing his praises.

"Aha, thank you," Lee Know awkwardly bowed at her, not really saying much after. Y/N just wanted to compliment him and show her appreciation, but seeing his short responses made her feel awkward too, and soon they'd be left in silence.

Y/N found herself sat there thinking, she spent so long trying to get everyone to like her, but maybe what she said, what she did, wasn't good enough?

"Is this too much for you?" Chan sat down next to Y/N, who had isolated herself to sit in the corner of the practice room.

"No it's fine," Y/N waved her hand away, running a hand through her hair.

"Tell me the truth," Chan insisted, shifting his body to look at her, feeling concerned.

"I am, I'm fine," Y/N bluntly said, not wanting to talk about how she truly was feeling, and the thoughts she was having.

"Don't lie to me, I need to know you can do this, I don't want you stressing out, we've got the showcase ahead of us, Y/N," Chan urged her to tell the truth, resting a hand on her knee, patting it gently.

"Look, ok, it is a lot to deal with but I can do it, I promise you. I just, I'm trying to figure everything in my head," Y/N leant her head back against the wall, closing her eyes.

"Thank you for telling me the truth, and, Y/N, that's why we're here, we don't want you feeling like you're on your own when you do so much for all of us, ok?" Chan side hugged her, warmth in his eyes, and some relief there when he finally broke through to her.

"I am? I mean, I do a lot for you guys?" Y/N's voice pleaded for the truth, looking at Chan with hope in her eyes.

"You always do," he smiled and ruffled her hair.

••••••

Back to One Kids Room, Y/N smiled as she thought about how she had come as a person.

"As much as I still look up to my members, my self-esteem has grown so much and I've learnt to value myself. I love them so much, but I need to give myself energy and time too," Y/N smiled at the camera, hands squeezing the long arms of her sleeves and balling them up.

"She's so much more confident now, I remember she used to ask me if this was fine or that but now she's more confident," Changbin commented, the other guys nodding in agreement.

"She used to come to me being like, woahhhhh you're such a good dancer!" Lee Know chucked, thinking of the younger version of Y/N, who would always praise her members.

"Ah yes she'd speak exactly like that! Wow... And she'd look at me like, with these wide eyes being like, I wanna rap like you!" Han laughed as he perfectly imitated how Y/N spoke to him.

"She used to have this really sweet habit, when I didn't know Korean very well, umm, she'd leave these little notes for me, and write the Korean and English translation for me just so I knew what she was saying. There'd always be these words of encouragement, it just made my heart feel warm," Felix told the members, who all 'ooh'ed in response, shocked at this fact because they didn't know that Y/N used to do that.

"Ah, yes, I did used to leave notes for Felix... I wanted to be his friend so badly! He just seemed so cool but whenever I spoke to him he just sort of awkwardly smiled and nodded. I thought he didn't like me, turns out he had no idea what I was saying, so I left notes for him instead... yeah," Y/N felt shy when she admitted this, covering her face.

"I remember back in trainee days, I was late for practice because I overslept. And then when I arrived I thought Channie hyung is really going to scold me but Y/N suddenly appeared, I think she came back from the bathroom or something but she said it was her fault that we were both late, and I thought phew, hyung won't be angry at me now, haha," Jeongin told his own story, remembering Y/N covering for him, and that wasn't the only time she had done that.

"I remember that! I knew she was covering up for you!" Chan gasped, pointing an accusing finger at Jeongin who laughed in response.

"She's so sweet and kind, whenever any of us would argue she'd try and stop it from happening," Hyunjin shook his head in wonder at how selfless Y/N was.

"Oh yeah! She'd try and get us to see from each perspective, even though I felt like I was right I thought wow I can't argue because now Y/N would be sad too if we carried on," Han covered his mouth slightly as he laughed, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder knowing that the argument he was referring to was definitely between the two of them.

"Right! Right! She's really good at seeing other people's feelings, but she used to struggle when it came to herself... She'd look so confused if I said to her that she was acting sad, she looked like a lost puppy..." Changbin said in a more serious tone.

"Oh when she had those puppy eyes! Yeah!" Chan nodded along enthusiastically, knowing the look all too well.

"It made my heart ache, she didn't understand, she's much better now though, I'll get a knock at my door and we'll talk for hours," Changbin confessed, feeling happy he was needed in helping his member feel better.

"Ah yes I talk to Binnie a lot about my feelings these days... I still find it confusing to understand how I feel but it makes a bit more sense when I talk with him, yeah..." Y/N began, still a bit shy in admitting when she needed help but better than she would have been before, "I don't think I look like a puppy? Seungmin is more like a puppy, haha."

"Remember Y/N used to have that part time job?" Seungmin asked the rest of the guys.

"Really?" Felix was shocked, not realising everything Y/N had to balance.

"Yeah she used to work at a cafe whilst training and school, I really admired that," Hyunjin grinned, proud of the younger girl.

"But she'd still have to ask us for money," Chan laughed.

"She'd spend it on her old friends! She wanted to make sure they were ok and then suddenly she wouldn't have any money left!" Seungmin said in disbelief, his voice cutely rising up and down in pitch showing how he was feeling.

"Oh, that makes sense I remember one time we got some boba, and she asked me like oppa, can you get me that please? And I asked her where her money went and she said she spent it on a present for Innie... I think it was near his birthday at the time," Lee Know commented, leaning back against the sofa.

"Woahh, my heart," Hyunjin gasped, placing a hand over his chest, "that's so cute!"

"Ah I love giving gifts! I feel like if I can find someone the perfect gift and they are happy then I'm really happy too," Y/N explained after a staff member asked her the question.

"I think I'm definitely different from debut days... If I could say anything about myself now... It would be... You have grown. Y/N has changed, but in a good way!"

"One Kid's Room, Y/N, finished!"

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