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ujimoo · 1 year

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Things I think of when I think of: SVT

notes: these are things I think of when I think of the members of seventeen. these are my own opinions. this has also morphed into them as boyfriends as well, so enjoy both

bonus notes: sorry if this is kinda sucky, I tried my best but ideas haven't been coming to me as easily as they normally. Hope you still enjoy though

permanent tag list: @plutominho @soobin-chois

skz | seventeen

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seungcheol / s.coups:

FLIRTY !! back hugs, holding hands, cherries (especially cherry flavoured lip balm), oversized jumpers, "LOOK AT MY S/O!!", dog parents, bringing him and the boys food when they have practice, him swooning when you guys to domestic things, wants a family and for his boys to be uncles. take care of him and support him is the way to his heart because he's glad he can have someone to rely on especially when it comes to leading twelve other boys however, he wouldn't change it for the world. Honestly, I also see him screaming whenever you do something cute to him, I mean come on HIS GIGGLES?! Music to your ears. Choi Seungcheol Best Laughter !

jeonghan:

cheating on games, teasing, flirty banter, teaming up to (affectionately) annoy the other members. Cooking for everyone. Watching you and smirking because he knows you're who he loves and he's slightly cocky about it, but he also is just genuinely amazed at how you could love him as much as you do. and make sure he never forgets that. playfully scolding him when he teases the babies a bit too much. texting you random things, but when you text back he leaves you on read only for him to respond two hours later with 'lol, forgot to text you back'. Will spam you with face time calls when he's on tour or just when he's bored.

joshua:

serenading you, gentleman, watching you from across the room with a loving gaze, hand holding, low-key pda, wholesome couple, if spring was a person it would be joshua, I can't tell you why or how I feel this way, but I do. praises you, you guys have photos together, but not many, you as his home screen, a photo of you in his wallet, falling asleep on the sofa watching a movie at night whilst drinking wine, brings you flowers if you like them that is.

jun:

cats, lowkey matching items like rings or necklaces, mood rings, taking bad selfies together just because you can, tops/shirts with long sleeves, visiting cafes together, slow dancing at midnight in the refrigerator light, feeding each other, himbo junhui<3, watching the sunset and just watching the colours reflect onto his face, being so smitten with each other that everything he does just makes you blush and swoon, protective and sweet boyfriend jun = will do everything to make sure you feel loved and safe.

soonyoung / hoshi:

tigers, are we surprised? dancing dates, teaching you the routines for seventeen songs -- and even others that he might know, or he'd learn one you wanted to learn just so he could teach you. the stuffed animal claw machine at arcades. dancing in the rain. sending you selfies and texts anytime he can, helping you take off your make-up when you're tired if you wear makeup that is, CUDDLES, basically attached at the hip, always touching each other in some way. Be his #1 supporter because he's your #1<3

wonwoo:

gaming together, linked pinky fingers, sitting on his lap or between his legs when he plays a game, feeding him snacks, over-sized jumper, reading dates, picking out books for each other, annotating books for each other, winning you a stuffed toy, placing bets on who can win more tickets in the arcade. cooking for him, and enjoying food in general together. he's a quiet but sweet boyfriend, he does things more in actions than words, but his words are also just as sweet.

jihoon / woozi:

sweater/hoodie paws, studio dates, playlists, love expressed more in action than in words, songs about you (a whole separate folder of songs about you), marvel movie marathons, take-out dates aka bringing him take-out to his studio, matching anime pfps, another quieter boyfriend but still loving, he doesn't get jealous often doesn't feel the need to not because he doesn't love you or doesn't care, but he knows you love him and wouldn't do anything that would cause him to be jealous. loves you for you and the way you are and the way you treat his brothers.

seokmin / DK:

love notes on sticky notes randomly spread around your apartment, singing in the shower, daisy chains, the way the sun shines on a warm day, cheek kisses, hand holding, giggling at all times because he’s just so funny, singing on road trips, dancing in the kitchen in refrigerator light, comedy duo, sunshine couple, he has photos of you two in his wallet from a photo booth, him attempting to do your make-up if you wear it, wearing his jumpers cause they're always so warm and smell like him. he's a soft and loving boyfriend, not jealous in any way.

mingyu:

first of all husband material! cooking for you, cooking dates in general, photography dates, hand holding, hand on your waist, hugging you from behind, polaroid pictures in either your phone case or wallet, protective boyfriend! will always stay by your side especially if you're feeling anxious, always willing to go on adventures and to try something. he's also a baby though, so make sure to love and treat him well.

minghao / THE8:

art dates, fashion shows, motivational talks, real-life talks at 2am, realistic advice, photography dates, dancing at the studio and bringing them lunch/dinner, low-key matching outfits, candid photos, painting, and being each other's number one supporter. understanding and communicative. doesn't feel the need for jealousy or anything petty. will tell you things even if you don't want to hear them because he loves and supports you and wants the best for you

seungkwan:

laughter, basically being a two-person comedy show, warm hugs, sassy banter, giving each other (affectionate) glares, teasing when you're around other people, but alone you tell each other all the sweet nothings you could muster. playing with his fingers with you're cuddling and sitting together. can be jealous, but not because he doesn't trust you, but more other people, can glare and be petty towards other people. You're his and you're his favourite person so no one else can have you in a not creepy way.

vernon:

chaos, yet chill. ik it doesn't make sense, but at the same time, it does. colourful clothes, purposely taking bad photos. making memes of each other, having a folder, especially for each other and their photos (and memes), late-night dates where you don't do anything in particular, but just chill, vanilla that's the vibe I get from him, it's not bad and it might be classed as a basic smell, but its also a comforting aroma and that's what I see Vernon as, someone that brings comfort. no need for jealousy here people, vernon knows you and loves you and the same for you to him, so there's no need for that. having a cat baby together, sending photo updates of said cat baby.

chan / dino:

dino’s baby, dance dates whether that's at a class, in the studio or at home. wearing his clothes, getting you to take his photos for his Instagram, movie nights, a lot of laughter, mutual teasing, I don't think he'd get jealous that much but maybe he'd have moments where he'd doubt more himself and not you, streaming all of his danceology videos<3, him as your lock screen and home screen, you're his #1 supporter, you shower each other in this pure love that can make others jealous, wishing they had what you guys have.

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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Recommendation List 💛

~ welcome to my rec list for stray kids! I’ll have sfw and nsfw fics in different sections!😌 please feel free to find something to read and show these writers some love!! if you would like my opinion on a fic, I have reblogged all of them with my love and appreciation and will provide a link to said reblog which will be this ✩! I hope you are having a lovely day/night💛 (don’t forget to reblog the fics you like) This list is updated everyday!

Stray Kids💛

~ Bang Chan

*SFW

✧ six seconds ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ galanthus girl ▸ @thevampywolf ✩

✧ what’s yours is mine ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ lover of mine ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩ ✩

✧ stations and destinations ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ opposites attract ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

*NSFW

✧ purple flame ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ runaway princess ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ legendary ▸ @lavenderbexlatte ✩ ✩

✧ falling rain ▸ @staytheword ✩

✧ for reasons wretched and divine ▸ @noramoons ✩

✧ the color of water ▸ @lixesque ✩

~ Lee Minho

*SFW

✧ little paw ▸ @violet211221 ✩

✧ flustered ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ dear minho, have you ever felt love before? ▸ @sungbeam ✩

✧ cursed ▸ @lotus-dly ✩

✧ cursed pt2 ▸ @lotus-dly ✩

✧ kitty love ▸ @linovely ✩

✧ written on paper ▸ @starseungs ✩

*NSFW

✧ iridescent ▸ @tasteleeknow ✩

✧ bunny ▸ @tasteleeknow-remade ✩

✧ euphoria ▸ @cherrydumpling ✩

✧ it’s high tide, baby. ▸ @lettersfromaphrodite ✩

~ Seo Changbin

*SFW

✧ between the lines ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ showstopper ▸ @mxxndreams ✩

✧ too many feelings ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

*NSFW

✧ under your skin preview▸ @kwanisms ✩

✧ finding comfort in autumn ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ respite ▸ @fizzydrink698 ✩

✧ good luck charm ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ prompt fic ▸ @ppiri-bahng ✩

~ Hwang Hyunjin

*SFW

✧ up all night ▸ @ppiri-bahng ✩

✧ 11:11pm ▸ @starseungs ✩

✧ goodnight n go ▸ @cosmic-railwayxo ✩ ✩ ✩

✧ sunshowers in spring ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ traditions ▸ @h0neydewmoon ✩

*NSFW

✧ solve for ex (tell me why) ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ honeyed milk ▸ @straywrds ✩

✧ come here ▸ @hh0320 ✩

✧ watercolor ▸ @jinhyun ✩ ✩ ✩

~ Han Jisung

*SFW

✧ paper airplanes ▸ @portalhan ✩

✧ kyoto ▸ @quokkacore ✩

*NSFW

✧ accidental ▸ @binsmut ✩

~ Lee Felix

*SFW

✧ omg ▸ @teacasket ✩

✧ groupie love ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ pinky promise ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ cookie taste tester ▸ @caseiloveu ✩

✧ one night stand ▸ @lixieswritingbakery ✩

✧ dirty blood ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ beauty and the beast ▸ @h0neydewmoon ✩

*NSFW

✧ skyway avenue ▸ @chvnnie ✩

~ Kim Seungmin

*SFW

✧ study date ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ closed books ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ crybaby ▸ @sensitiveandhungry ✩

✧ spider-min ▸ @caseiloveu ✩

✧ sleepy seungmin ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ closer than friends ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ [7:22 pm] ▸ @blue-jisungs ✩

*NSFW

~ Yang Jeongin

*SFW

✧ lead and chase ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ 24 to 25 (to26) ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ ask fic ▸ @tasteleeknow ✩

✧ star lost ▸ @nomniki ✩

✧ the thought of you ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ sunshine in my eyes ▸ @plutominho ✩

✧ dandelions ▸ @tinyyzz ✩

✧ by the blooms ▸ @macaroonff ✩

*NSFW

~ ot8

*SFW

*NSFW

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hwangsify · 2 years

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K.SM. — LOVE AND THUNDER.

pairing. kim seungmin x gn reader

genre. angst, fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, college au

warnings. food, one joke about death, they're both extremely tsundere but also extremely in love

summary. you develop a habit of breaking into seungmin's apartment during thunderstorms under pretense that you miss his company. seungmin sees right through you.

length. oneshot

word count. 5.5k+

taglist. @starlostseungmin @ilynaevis @luvhyun3 @dnadoublefelixx @seung-scrittore @jungwonize @plutominho

When Seungmin opens the door at 2 in the morning in the middle of a thunderstorm to find you standing right in front of him, clad in a pair of Naruto pajamas, his first reaction is to slam the door in your face.

After all, it’s been ages since he’s been able to fall asleep so soon, and he was in the middle of an excellent dream when you decided to break into his apartment. It seems, to Seungmin, that you harbor a lifelong obligation to fuck up his sleep schedule as well whenever you can’t fall asleep, because you exist solely on caffeine and sugar and probably would break the World Guinness Record for “most unhealthy lifestyle” if that happened to be a category. He adds this to his growing reasons of why he should have terminated your friendship a long time ago.

Groaning, he scrubs a weary hand over his face, wondering what he did to deserve such a fate as to have to deal with you at 2 am in the morning.

You’re still standing by the doorway when he musters up the courage (and tenacity) to open up the door again, glaring at him. He sighs. “What do you want?”

“You’re not even going to let me in?” you demand. “Even after all these years we’ve been friends? I’m offended, Kim Seungmin.”

You have a habit of calling him by his full name whenever you want something from him, and it affects Seungmin a little more than he’d like to admit.

Mumbling a string of curses under his breath, Seungmin opens the door a bit wider to let you in. When he had woken up to an incessant knocking at his door, he had been terribly irritated. After all, what kind of psychopath would stop by his apartment at 2 in the fucking morning— in the middle of a thunderstorm too? But now that you’ve made yourself at home in his apartment, tucking yourself comfortably into his couch, he finds that he can’t bring himself to be mad at you.

He shuts the door carefully behind him and turns to look at you. “Why are you even here?”

You shrug, grinning, although you don’t meet his eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy your company.”

“Cut the bullshit,” he sighs. “It’s 2 in the fucking morning. What could you possibly want from me at this time?”

His answer comes to him shortly afterwards. A loud thunderclap tears through the atmosphere, a deafening roar in Seungmin’s eardrums.

You let out a soft squeak, hands flying up instinctively over your ears, hunching over to make yourself smaller.

The realization hits Seungmin a few seconds later. He frowns. “You’re scared of thunder?”

You look up from your hunched over position to glare at him. “Of course not. What would make you think something like that?”

Your fingers tremble as you tangle them nervously in your lap, one leg jiggling up and down anxiously.

“You’re shaking,” Seungmin notes.

“It’s cold,” you shoot back, wrapping your arms around yourself and shivering just for show. “Maybe install a heating system into your apartment like a normal fucking person? It’s like below freezing in here.”

But Seungmin has known you for years now, has learned to read you far past whatever exteriors you put up. And right now, it is undeniably evident that you are afraid. Maybe even terrified.

But it’s not like you’d ever admit that out loud. And Seungmin softens at the sight of your frightened eyes, pupils blown wide from fear. Sighing, he makes his way across the room to grab a few blankets, tossing them on your lap. You frown, glancing up at him.

“You can crash here for the night if you want,” Seungmin says. And if he didn’t know you so well, he wouldn’t notice the way you visibly brighten, lips tugging up at the corners. His heart flutters at the sight, a warm fondness settling deep within his stomach.

“Really? I thought you’d kick me out or something.”

“I’m not that big of an asshole,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can leave tomorrow morning or something, I know you’ve got class.”

Another thunderclap rumbles in the distance, and you tense, shoulders hunching downwards. Seungmin frowns, leaning down to touch your shoulder.

“Hey,” he says. “Are you going to be okay?”

You let out a dismissive laugh, spreading the blankets over your lap. “Yah, Kim Seungmin. Who do you take me for? Of course I’ll be fine.”

Seungmin shifts awkwardly in front of you, one hand coming up to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. He knows that you hate being fretted over, hate showing any sign of vulnerability at all, but a small part of him can’t help but worry.

“You can wake me up if it gets too bad, you know.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach up to shove his shoulder. “I already told you, I’m not scared. Go to sleep, I’ll be fine.”

So Seungmin trots off to bed, and you make yourself comfortable on his couch. And maybe it’s a bit eccentric to have an impromptu sleepover with your best friend at 2 am, but Seungmin finds that he doesn’t mind it. Not at all.

He likes you too much to mind.

ii.

Seungmin met you like this.

During his awkward middle school years, he decided to pick up photography as a side pastime. It was more of a spontaneous decision than anything else, but his mother had seemed supportive enough, and he was in a great need of a hobby at the time.

So one day, on a Monday afternoon, he made his way to the photography club meeting room, a long forgotten art studio located in the left wing of the school.

Cracking open the door, the first thing he realized was that he had most definitely gotten the address wrong. This realization came from the fact that you were standing directly in the middle of the room, a paint-splattered apron tied haphazardly around your waist, a creaky easel positioned right before you with a canvas stretched over it. You had been beautiful even then, with a smudge of sienna against your cheekbone and a ratty t-shirt tugged over your frame.

You had looked over the moment Seungmin had cracked open the door, eyebrows raising as he poked his head in. Seungmin’s mouth felt dry and as thick as cotten as he opened his mouth and then closed it again, one hand coming up to awkwardly run a hand through his bangs.

“This isn’t the photography club,” he managed to croak out. He had been terribly awkward back then, and your boldness had intimidated him.

“No,” you said slowly. “It isn’t.”

Just as Seungmin decided that he should just leave, you had bounded over the room in a few steps and grabbed his wrist, tugging him into the room. Seungmin didn’t even have the time to ask you what the actual fuck you thought you were doing before you had pushed him down into a chair.

“But now that you’re here,” you had said brightly. “Why not join the club?”

Seungmin later found out that you were the founder and sole member of the art club. In a school that primarily focused on STEM subjects, few people were interested in art, although that didn’t deter you from starting a club. In fact, if anything, you seemed to enjoy the solitude, although you also didn’t seem to mind Seungimin’s company.

This is ridiculous, Seungmin had thought. A bead of sweat gathered at his temple as you stared at him expectantly.

He gathered up the courage to tell you that this was all a terrible mistake, and that he actually had no intention of joining the art club. But instead, what came out was—

“Okay.”

To Seungmin’s defense, you had been extremely intimidating in your torn jeans and paint-splattered t-shirt, not to mention impossibly beautiful, and he simply could not find it in him to say no.

You had beamed then, teeth flashing in the sunlight as you grinned. “Great. Let me go grab an easel from the closet.”

And the rest was history. So really, meeting you was more of an accident than anything else, although probably one of Seungmin’s better mistakes. He pretty much spent every waking moment in your company after that, and the two of you had later, by some kind of miracle of chance, gotten into the same college as well.

You were just about the most stubborn person Seungmin had ever met, not to mention extremely intimidating when you wanted to be. You also collected ugly photos of him as a hobby, having established an entire photo album on your phone labeled “blackmail (seungmin ver.) :3” and harbored a strange love for cats.

(Really, Seungmin just couldn’t understand you. Dogs were clearly superior.)

But even so, you were still his best friend. And Seungmin wouldn’t have it any other way.

iii.

By the time Seungmin rolls out of bed the next morning, the smell of sizzling bacon has already filled the air.

Seungmin stumbles into the kitchen, stomach rumbling, to see you standing in the kitchen, hovering over a frying pan.

“Morning,” he rasps, morning voice husky from sleep. You turn around at the sound of his voice.

“Oh. You’re up.” Like you were expecting Seungmin to die in his sleep or something.

“Why,” Seungmin grins. “Were you expecting someone else?”

You glare at him before turning your attention back to the bacon. “I already finished frying the eggs, they’re on the table.”

Seungmin turns to see a plateful of fried eggs sitting in the middle of the coffee table. Despite your many shortcomings, you have proven yourself to be an excellent cook, and Seungmin trusts you enough to eat your food without worrying about getting food poisoning. He’s in the middle of loading his plate with eggs when you set down a platter of bacon next to him, humming tunelessly.

“Did you sleep well?” Seungmin asks, peering at you. There are dark circles beneath your eyes and Seungmin wouldn’t be surprised if you spent the better part of the night tossing and turning on the couch as the storm raged on outside.

You shrug. “Well enough.”

“You know, I never took you to be one to be scared of thu—”

You cut him off with a sharp hiss, glaring at him. “I told you, I wasn’t scared.”

Seungmin blinks.

“It’s okay to be scared sometimes, you know. There’s nothing wrong with having fears.”

You roll your eyes. “Just drop it, okay? I wasn’t scared.”

There’s a telltale flush of red against your cheeks though, which Seungmin wisely decides not to mention. Instead, he shrugs. “Fine.”

Outside, the storm has cleared up nicely. The sky is bright-blue and cloudless, no sign at all of last night’s tempest.

Checking your watch, you abruptly stand up, brushing off your jeans. Seungmin frowns. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to be late for class,” you mutter, quickly grabbing your things and slipping on your shoes. “I have to go.”

Seungmin swallows down the bitter disappointment that suddenly wells up in his throat. You’ve both been busy recently, and this is the first time you’ve managed to meet up in a while. He sighs and nods. “Be careful, okay?”

You sigh, glaring at him. “I’ll be fine. Stop fussing.”

And then you’re out the door and gone and Seungmin finds himself alone in his apartment. Again.

iv.

Falling in love with you had been an entirely unintentional affair.

Unlike most, Seungmin remembers exactly when he fell. It had been on a Saturday morning, when you had insisted on going ice-skating with him and a few others. Seungmin, who had always hated ice-skating, agreed to go just because everyone else was going and he’d feel bored if he stayed all by himself.

After slipping and sliding all over the ice rink for maybe 15 minutes straight, Seungmin promptly gave up and seated himself on the bleachers, content to watch the rest of the group skate. He remembered watching you and Jisung skating together, Jisung’s legs stuck together anime-style as he tried his best to keep his balance. You had wrapped an arm around his waist when he tripped and fell, tipping your head back in a laugh when Jisung let out a yelp of dismay.

Seungmin remembers the exact moment. He had taken you in then, cheeks red from the cold of the rink, face frozen in mid-laugh, surrounded in all that ice, and had vaguely registered the fact that you were beautiful. And that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life by your side.

It was all downhill from there. All of a sudden, it was difficult to breathe whenever you came within a certain proximity. Maintaining eye contact with you became a terribly strenuous ordeal. Seungmin found himself stealing glances at you whenever you weren’t looking, small glimpses of your side profile or of the stray strand of hair that always fell into your eyes.

Seungmin would have given anything to have things back to how they were before. Anything to release the tightness that bubbled up in his lungs at the sight of you, to relieve this awkward one-sided tension between the two of you.

But it is much too late now, he knows. So he will put up with these stolen glances and small moments of tenderness and tell himself that it is enough. That it has to be.

The next thunderstorm hits a few weeks later. Seungmin watches from the windowsill as the sky rips apart, lightning tearing through the dark clouds, thunder rumbling in the distance, and wonders if you’ll show up at his doorstep in the middle of the night for the second time.

He doesn’t allow himself to hope. But he finds himself staying up anyway, arranging two mugs of tea on the coffee table even as he tells himself that this is ridiculous.

But sure enough, just when he’s about to crawl into bed and give up, he hears a knock by his door. He can barely stifle the smile that threatens to spread across his face as he opens the door to see you shivering on his doormat, eyes wide with fright.

Wordlessly, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs you inside. You duck your head, almost ashamed, as you allow him to guide you to the couch.

When you’ve settled yourself into a corner of the couch, legs tucked underneath you, your eyes light upon the two mugs of tea sitting on the coffee table. A slow smile spreads across your face, eyes glinting mischievously as you blink up at Seungmin, saccharine sweet.

“Were you waiting for me, Seungminnie?”

“Don’t call me that,” Seungmin snaps, ears reddening.

You coo, wrapping your fingers around one of the mugs of tea. “How thoughtful of you. It’s green tea too, my favorite.”

“Only because I accidentally bought two jumbo packs of green teabags at Lotte Mart,” Seungmin retorts.

You grin, opening your mouth to reply, when a loud thunderclap sounds. Tensing automatically at the sound, tea slops out of the mug and splatters over your lap. Seungmin frowns, taking a step towards you, but you quickly recover, setting the mug down on the table and letting out a shaky laugh.

You meet his eyes, and although Seungmin is tempted to ask if you’re okay for the millionth time, something in your eyes tells him to allow you to have this, this small moment of obscurity. You’ve never been one to ask for things, too scared of the vulnerability that entails, never been one to depend on others, but Seungmin meets your eyes and realizes that you desperately need this— for him to pretend to see nothing when he has seen everything.

So instead of asking if you’re okay, he clears his throat. “Do you want to watch a show or something like that?”

You let out a barely audible sigh of relief, head hanging low in a mixture of shame and gratitude. Seungmin wonders when he learned to read you so well. Maybe it’s just a side effect of being in love with you for five years by now.

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He comes to sit by you on the couch, logging into his Netflix account to click on the first k-drama that comes into view. And when you inch closer to him as the thunder roars overhead, leaning into his shoulder, Seungmin tells himself that this is just a friendly gesture. Platonic enough that it shouldn’t send his heart racing, pulse skipping a beat as your shoulder meets the firm resistance of his own.

That he shouldn’t get his hopes up when nothing ever existed in the space between the two of you in the first place.

vi.

Like this, life falls into a comfortable rhythm.

Seungmin starts regularly checking on the weather forecast (for research purposes only, he tells himself), grinning to himself whenever a storm prediction comes up on his phone. On the days when this does happen, he will get back home early to prepare two mugs of green tea, sitting by the windowsill to wait until he hears a familiar knock by his door.

Then he’ll open the door to see you standing on the doormat, arms crossed over your chest expectantly, and feign annoyance, as if his day isn’t made infinitely better whenever you decide to stop by to hide from all the thunder. You’ll leave the next morning, so Seungmin learns to make the most of the time you spend together.

It’s weird, but it almost feels like the two of you are running on borrowed time. There is a terrible sense of fugitivity that fills his chest whenever the two of you meet, and he can’t help but feel afraid for what the future might bring.

“Yah, Kim Seungmin,” you say one day, when the thunder is especially terrible and you can’t seem to keep yourself from trembling. “Sing something for me.”

Seungmin feels his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat. You are the first one to ever ask him to sing; the feeling that fills the cavity of his chest at your words is entirely new to him.

“Are you sure?”

You snort. “Why, are you that terrible? I want to hear you sing.”

So Seungmin brings out his guitar from its case and sings some love song he learned a few months ago. It’s cheesy more than anything else, and Seungmin stumbles over some of the words when a sudden sensation of embarrassment washes over him, but he catches sight of your contented eyes in the middle of the song, the way your hands have unfurled from tense fists, and knows that this was a decision that was very much worth it.

He would never say it out loud, he knows, but he would give the world to see you happy, even if it means embarrassing himself to the core.

A long silence settles into the room when he finishes strumming the last chord, before you clear your throat. “So you’re not too bad after all.”

“You can just say that you’re impressed,” Seungmin grins. “You don’t have to act all aloof about it.”

You wrap your hands around your mug of tea to sip at it impassively, glaring at him over the rim of the cup. “Don’t get too puffed up about it. Since when did you develop such a massive ego?”

Seungmin shrugs. He’s used to your insults by now, the hard exteriors you put up. He likes you too much to let them get to him. The nights you have spent together have done nothing but prove to him that he is undeniably in love with you, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it all.

He finds himself missing you during the hours of the day that you’re not around, his mind unconsciously flitting to you during college lectures until the professor reprimands him in class, telling him to focus and to stop daydreaming.

He even drives you to McDonalds one night, when the shivering and shaking gets especially bad. The two of you share a packet of fries in the rain, thunder roaring overhead, fingers greasy from the fries, shoulders overlapping as you bend over the table, and Seungmin wonders how life could be so perfect in its fragments.

Seungmin tells you of college and how Minho accidentally dropped a dead frog on his lap while attempting to dissect it and the new songs he’s been learning on the guitar, and you listen, really listen, laughing at all the right places and interjecting whenever you think necessary with dry comments that never fail to make Seungmin grin.

Seungmin especially remembers one night, when neither of you could fall asleep and the thunder was especially loud, when you tiptoed into his room to sit next to him on the bed.

“Can’t sleep?” Seungmin had mumbled, turning to glance at you. You nod wordlessly, fingers playing with the hem of his blanket.

Then Seungmin had made some half-assed joke that wasn’t particularly funny but you had burst out laughing, maybe sheerly from the sleep-deprivation, and Seungmin had echoed your laughter a few seconds later.

Seungmin will keep this memory of laughter and thunder for years to come, he knows.

vii.

It’s almost a year later when he gets the news.

Seungmin knows he should be happy when he gets accepted into the hospital internship, he really does. After so many years of pre-med, it’s like a dream come true. But all he can do is stare at the hospital address in disbelief and shock.

Ulsan University Hospital, the address reads. A good 300 kilometers away from Seoul, away from you. And Seungmin knows that he should be grateful, because there are thousands of students who would have given their blood for a chance at this internship, but all he can think about is how you’ll be left all alone here in Seoul, without Seungmin to let you into his apartment at 2 am whenever there’s a thunderstorm.

Seungmin doesn’t know what to say when he meets with you a few hours later at a café. Instead, he stirs distractedly at his iced latte, purposely avoiding your gaze.

He’s about to put in his 5th packet of sweetener when you reach out a hand to stop him, glaring. “Are you trying to get diabetes?”

Seungmin sighs, and your gaze softens. Clearing your throat, you lean forward to peer at him. “So. What did you bring me here to talk about?”

A long silence. Finally, when Seungmin cannot bear the tension anymore—

“I got accepted as an intern at Ulsan University Hospital,” he blurts out, the words coming out of his mouth in a slippery string.

For a moment, you are so shocked that you can hardly even bother hiding the flurry of emotions within your eyes. Seungmin watches as the shock dissolves into regret and then a feigned happiness. You smile, although it looks slightly strained. “Congratulations, Seungmin. You’ve always wanted to get into an internship.”

Seungmin winces at the forced lightheartedness of your tone, opening his mouth to speak. But you push on insistently.

“I know you’ve worked really hard for this,” you say loudly, refusing to meet his eyes, to see the pity welling up within his irises. “So I’m glad all the hard work paid off. You always were a hard worker.”

“I—”

“I guess the nights of studying all paid off, didn’t they?” You’re just saying whatever comes to mind at this point, anything to keep Seungmin from talking. “I’m sure Ulsan will treat you well. I heard the street food there is to die for. And—”

“I’m thinking of not going,” Seungmin cuts in hastily, before you can bother saying anything else.

You go silent. Seungmin sighs, massaging at his temples.

“Why?” you demand. “Why do this? You’ve been wanting to get accepted into an internship for years now.”

“Because I don’t want to leave you here,” Seungmin says. “Because Ulsan is hours away and you know, it’d be really terrible if you were all alone during a thunderstorm. And because I like you a lot, okay? I don’t want you to be left alone without anyone to watch out for you in Seoul while I’m all the way in Ulsan.”

For a moment, you are dead silent. Finally, when you speak up, your voice is stretched thin.

“Let me get this straight, Kim Seungmin,” you say. “You would rather give up what you’ve been working your whole fucking life for just because you don’t want to leave me here in Seoul? Because what, you think I need someone to take care of me? You think I can’t take care of myself well enough— that I need some fucking babysitter to keep an eye on me at all times?”

“I never said that,” Seungmin says, voice hard.

“Sure, you didn’t say so,” you scoff. “But you don’t have to say it out loud for me to understand. What do I need to do for you to understand, Kim Seungmin? I’m not made of glass. I don’t need someone to follow me around just so that I don’t fall apart. I’m fine. I’ve always been fine.”

Seungmin feels the anger bubbling within him, seething and simmering deep within his stomach until it surges out of his throat.

“God, why can’t you just admit that you’re scared?” he snaps. “Is it that fucking hard to just say that you need help sometimes, that you don’t need to do everything by yourself?”

He watches as you balk, hurt clouding your eyes. He should stop, he knows. But now that he’s said it, he can’t seem to stop.

“You act like you’re so independent, like you don’t ever need anyone else. But you know what? I think you actually do need others. I think that you always have, but are too scared to say it. So instead, you push them away and pretend that you don’t need help. Because that’s how you’ve always been, haven’t you? Scared. But too afraid to admit it.”

“Shut up,” you say quietly. “Shut up.”

But Seungmin doesn’t.

“Why can’t you just let me do it for you sometimes?” he demands. “Is it so hard to admit that you’re scared? That you need help sometimes? Instead, you put on these petty fucking airs and push me away for the sake of your pride, as if I haven’t seen everything already. As if I wasn’t there all the times you fell apart and pieced yourself back together again.”

You are silent, your eyes dark pools of liquid as you gaze at him unflinchingly. Your shoulders are shaking, but besides that, everything within you is still.

Seungmin lets out a long exhale, eyes weary as he takes you in.

“Why can’t you just let me love you?”

The words are impossibly soft as they slip out of his lips. For a moment, you freeze, completely silent. There is a long pause where the two of you stare at each other from across the café table, until you abruptly stand up and grab your things, hurriedly rushing out of the café. Seungmin calls your name once, half-heartedly, but you don’t turn around.

He watches as you run out into the rain, water gathering in beads on your skin as rain drizzles overhead. Seungmin watches as you turn back to look at him once more, eyes unreadable in the slough of the rain, before you turn away from him.

The dividing of two stars, Seungmin thinks. Two constellations who met by mistake, and fragmented with a single whisper of a question.

viii.

When the next thunderstorm comes, you don’t show up by his door.

Seungmin tells himself that this is what to be expected. You hadn’t contacted him since the day at the café, and Seungmin is too afraid of what you’ll say if he bothers contacting you himself.

He mills about in his apartment as the thunderclaps sound outside, trying his best to divert his mind from you. He even goes as far as to put his headphones in, turning up his Spotify playlist so loud that he can hardly even hear the thunder anymore.

It’s no use.

Eventually, when he can’t bear it any longer, he hastily slips on his sneakers and rushes out of his apartment, hurrying towards your apartment. It’s only a few blocks away, but Seungmin is completely soaked to the bone by the time he steps into the apartment block. Shivering, he runs a hand through his slick hair and hurries up the stairs to your apartment.

When he gets there, your apartment door is opened ajar. This is the first red flag. You might be a terribly impulsive and stubborn person, but you always have been cautious about your safety. Hesitantly, Seungmin pushes the door aside and steps in, calling out your name.

You’re curled up in a ball on the couch, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Whatever lingering anger within Seungmin’s chest melts at the sight of you as he quickly kicks off his shoes to come to stand before your shaking frame.

Your name tumbles out of his lips in a choked murmur.

At the sound of your name, you look up, a mixture of relief and anger flooding into your eyes at the sight of Seungmin. Your cheeks are wet from tears, and Seungmin wonders why it took him so long to finally work up the guts to come.

“Seungmin,” you whisper, voice impossibly small. And then you’re lunging forward to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest, and all Seungmin can do is hold you close, stroking the spine of your back with his fingertips.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he whispers into your hair. You sigh, still trembling, and Seungmin takes it as a gesture that he is forgiven.

“Sorry about all the things I said,” you say into his chest. “It wasn’t wrong of you to worry about me.”

Seungmin says nothing, wrapping his arms tighter around your frame. When the shaking finally stops, Seungmin pulls back to look at you.

“I meant what I said that day, you know,” he says, almost urgently, as if pleading for you to understand. “I know we just made up and shit but I can’t just let things go on like this.”

You are quiet, eyes searching his own as you tip your head forward— a silent gesture for him to continue.

Seungmin runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Because you always put up all these walls, you know? And I know you’re terrified of feeling vulnerable; I know you hate asking things of me because you’d rather do it by yourself.”

A heavy silence fills the room. Seungmin lets out a long exhale of a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

“But fuck, it’s so hard sometimes, because all I want to do is be there for you.”

The moment the words leave Seungmin’s lips, it strikes him with how true they are. Something within your eyes gives in and collapses, and when you turn to look at him, eyes shining, Seungmin sees you, really sees you, for the first time in forever.

And then you’re tugging him down next to you on the couch, lips finding his own, pupils blown-wide as you pull him flush against yourself. And it’s all Seungmin can do to keep from grinning right into the kiss, because he’s imagined this scene for years now, imagined how perfect you would feel against him, imagined the flush of your cheeks and the softness of your lips, and yet nothing could have ever prepared him for the real thing.

You pull back after a few minutes, breathless, reaching out a hand to cup Seungmin’s cheek, headbutting into his cheekbone in an almost catlike gesture. “You should have told me earlier,” you breathe, touching your lips to his jaw.

“Or maybe you should have just made the first move,” he retorts.

You laugh, hugging him closer, and Seungmin laughs too, at the sheer absurdity of the situation, at the fact that he finally kissed you after fantasizing about it for years by now.

“You really should take the internship, you know,” you say after a while. Seungmin sighs, and you laugh. “I’ll be okay, promise. Besides, I’ll call you all the time whenever I need you. And you can come and visit on the weekends.”

Leaning forward, you press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Seungmin thinks about the nights you have spent together, the mistakes both of you have made on the way, the way the constellations fragmented and came together again just for this moment to happen, and holds you closer.

“We’ll figure something out,” he says out loud.

And he finds that he believes it— desperately, fiercely.

#ficscafe #kflixnet #straykidsland #seungmin au #seungmin fluff #seungmin angst #seungmin imagines #seungmin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #📂 fics.txt #🐶#📂 straykids.txt #this was actually pretty easy to write ngl #and it was a cute prompt i was rly into the plot so

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sunnyseungup · 2 years

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Seungmin fic recs

stray kids | Kim Seungmin

masterlist

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24 to 25 { f2l, f } 4.3k @plutominho

you love surprises; seungmin hates them. unfortunately for him, secret santa involves a surprise element. and unfortunately for you, he asks you to find out who his secret santa is.

the subtle art of loving you {f2l; f, a } @hwangsify

the 5 times seungmin tries and heroically fails to hold your hand and the one time he finally does. (or, seungmin's endeavors to overcome his innate dislike for initiating physical touch in a nutshell.)

#FFF8F8 | KIM SEUNGMIN. { soulmates au; f } 1k @hanibalistic

[16.02] { greaser au; f,s } 2,3k @lettersfromaphrodite

[8.50] { vampire au, f2l; f, a } 3,2k @/lettersfromaphrodite

boyfriends seugmin { f } @nonoleeknowno

Trust { f, s } 1,1k

home run { fwb2l; f } 1,8k @latteseungs

INNINGS { baseball player Min; s, f } @seospicybin

part I part II part III

You knew Seungmin as the baseball star slash campus heartrob and now, your partner on a project. But was there a hidden intention on why he wanted to work together with you?

LAST INNING { finale of innings; a, s, f } @/seospicybin

part I part II

Your relationship with Seungmin shifts as you enter the real world where your expectations don’t always meet realities and it’s getting harder to keep up with your boyfriend’s rising fame as a baseball player.

no words { f } @blue-jisungs

closer than friends { f2l; f } 2,4k @dreamescapeswriting

“ you don’t love me anymore …” { f } @/blue-jisungs

nosebleed { f } @/blue-jisungs

No nut November - loser #7 { f, s } 5,6k @gimmeurtmi

a pretty boy with a pretty smile { f } 0,572k @bbyquokka

Seungmin has a pretty smile, so you tell him.

puppy on puppy violence { f } @/gimmeurtmi

period cramps { f } @suengmi

Love-gram { a, f } 3,6k @oh-my-sparkle

I miss you when you are here { a, f } 2,7k @yunkiwii

for seven days y/n has been feeling lonely as her boyfriend spends all his time either at work or thinking about work.

shy boy? secret kisses? { f } @luvsuperboard

you’re used to see him being confident when it comes to “romantic” encounters, but all of sudden when you find out about his cute habit, he becomes shy

Somebody Loved { s } 0,6k @bangchanswolfpelt

The deal { e2l; a, f } 35k @icouldntcareless22

She was officially failing in life and most importantly in university! With her grades hanging of the edge of a thread and tutors rejecting her left and right her only option is to make a deal with the devil a.k.a Kim Seungmin.A deal should always be fair. Your grades in exchange for Kim Seungmin's dream girl. Simple?...Right?!

The deal 2

Random texts @jjuniehao

Hugs { f } 1,7k @lovestay-channie

y/n is feeling touch starved, and feeling the need of some comfort. all she wants is a hug.

Boyfriend texts { f } @gyuworm

I like coffee better { barista au, f } @skzhua

seungmin has seen you before, but he never bothered talking to you. in fact, he did not care about you. when you came in the coffee shop in distress, he decided to be a good person for once and to make you a caramel macchiato in hopes to help you calm down. surprise: you do not like caramel macchiato, but you do like the young barista.

Stupid boy { s } 3,21k @mixtape-racha

one thing you had learnt over the course of your arrangement with seungmin was that he would do anything to please you

Behind Closed Doors { f } @jut-and-dae-enthusiast

Jealousy { bsf2l; f } @leyknowsbin

You and your best friend deciding how you’re gonna confess to your crush

One in the morning { roommate, f } 1k @soobnny

Grumpy Minnie { f } 0,3k @hanichani

Home run { e2l; s } 14,2k @hyunsvngs

you love your best friend, you hate her baseball playing brother. he’s not been home for a few years during your summers back home, so you can’t wait for another amazing summer - until he returns home.

AUGUST IS A FEVER { s, f } 12k @seungminheart

seungmin is the picture of self control around you—the perfect gentleman with no interest in you at all. maybe that is why you are so obsessed with seeing how far you can push him before he breaks. OR, hyunjin is convinced that seungmin is into you, and you are determined to prove him wrong

Photobooth { f } @astraystayyh

Kinktober Day 14: Corruption Kink + SKZ Seungmin { s } ~1,7k @sluttywoozi

Texts with bf!seungmin { f } @beausyd

Sleepy Seungmin { f } @/rachalixie

Puppy { puppy Seungmin X puppy reader; s } 1,3k @binsito

Clingy denials { f } @catiuskaa

Seungmin being drunk on eating you out { s } @fluffylino

9mitm { s } 2,7k @straykeedz

Seungmin drabble { s } 0,2k @luvyeni

TOO HOT TO HANDLE { s } @seospicybin

You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

In this for a long run { a, f } 1,9k @seungminiuniverse

sometimes all you need is a little bit of reassurance

Stamina { s } 2,7k @/gimmeurtmi

Your Dog { f, c } 1k @thevampywolf

Congratulations { university au; s, f } 2,2k @yoongihan

I always know { s, f } 4k @jilixthinker

Random bf! Seungmin texts @0x1lovebot

Note: please let me know if the links are not working ! I’ll try to fix them as soon as possible ^^

#kim seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin angst #stray kids #stray kids recs #stray kids smut #seungmin smut

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myangelhaven · 10 months

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This is my recommendations of CHANGBIN fics! It will be updated once in a while for new stories I have read. Hopefully the links work (lemme know if it doesnt)

Credits to the authors!! All informations written are taken from the authors' post and has not been modified. Reminder that some fics are NOT for minors, so please read the key and avoid 18+ contents.

HAPPY READING!!

KEY:

[❀]: fluff [𖤓]: angst [☄]: sad [☾]:smut [⟡]:smau [✮]: my favs

˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮-----------CHANGBIN------------✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖

ONESHOT

ten things seo changbin says when he thinks you’re asleep by @soobnny [❀]

The alternative by @astraystayyh [❀][𖤓][brothers bff2l]

You've diligently chased the idea of being with Changbin out of your mind. That is until he picks you up from a bad date, making your steadfast resolve unravel all around you.

OOPS (didn't see you there) by @seungminheart [❀][☾][established relationshipau] 3k NEW

nobody understands how you and changbin ended up together when you are polar opposites, least of all your roommate—who is convinced that your broody, dark boyfriend doesn't know how to please you. luckily, you have the perfect plan on how to rectify that.

White elephant by @plutominho [❀][f2l] 4.5k NEW

white elephant is supposed to be a random gift exchange game, right? well, not the way stray kids do it. not on valentine’s day, at least.

Petty works by @seo--changbin [❀][𖤓][☾][fwb] 4.7k NEW

How to tame a prince by @luvknow [❀][e2l] 11.6k

you travel the world collecting data so you could write your thesis on your favorite creatures - dragons. at the last leg of your journey, you accidentally fall asleep in a dragon’s cave owned by a nearby kingdom and are kidnapped by their prince, seo changbin. after getting permission to study there from the king, changbin refuses to leave you alone with his precious dragons and you develop an unlikely relationship.

Set on you by @changbeanie [❀][𖤓][✮][e2l][brother's bff2l][slow burn]20.2k

you think life hates you because you’re convinced that the universe conspired to help seo changbin exist at the same time as you do.

SERIES

Push + Pull by @yoongisleftearring [❀][𖤓][⟡][e2l] 32 parts

In which you are trying to survive college life but seem to have a thorn in your side in the form of Seo Changbin. After years of hating each other can you decide to remain civil with the handsome rapper? (let's just hope he doesn't come across that private thirst account you have for him)

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄more to come!⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

☆-------------------skz masterlist-------------------☆

#skz masterlist #changbin x reader #skz recs #changbin recs

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aunty-tiger-potato · 2 years

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Ok so I’m curious how would my mutuals react if they had a cameo in my Minho fics…..hmmm

tagging y’all cuz I’m curious 🤭

@cb97percent @lino-nyangi @jl-micasea-fics

@ballelino @plutominho @ughbehavior @ipegchangbin

or I can just use oc characters 🥴🥴

#Just trying this out #I’m excited abt posting my first ever drabble ok? 🙈🙈#Mary’s nonsense

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xiaojunsmintchoco · 2 years

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Gone bananas – Jisung, Hyunjin

pairing: platonic hyunjin x han jisung

genre: crack

Synopsis: one night, Jisung gets bored and pesters Hyunjin to do something fun with him. What happens when they try an absurd method of summoning a gorilla?

cw: ritual kinda thingy

wc: 1.2k

a/n: this was inspired by a tiktok I saw, unfortunately i seem to have lost the link! i'll put it here if i can find it later

tagging: @bangchan-fairy @plutominho

“Hyunjin! Hyunjin!”

The sound of someone calling his name rang in Hyunjin’s ears repeatedly. Mildly frustrated, Hyunjin simply groaned and turned over, covering his ears with a pillow. However, that served no purpose the moment he felt a pair of arms grab him and shake him with a force like an earthquake.

“Hyunjin!” the voice called once more, before Hyunjin gave a frustrated “argh” and sat up, albeit begrudgingly. Blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he tried to make out who the figure in front of him was. To no surprise, it was Jisung.

“What do you want, Jisung? It’s freaking two in the morning!” Hyunjin groaned, running his fingers through his tousled hair.

“Hyunjinnnn, I can’t sleep and I’m bored!” Jisung whined. “Do something with me!”

“Go use your phone or something! I’m tired,” Hyunjin complained, preparing to flop back down and go back to sleep, when Jisung stopped him.

“That’s exactly what I was doing. I was scrolling through tiktok, and thought we could do this together!” Jisung quipped, jumping up and down like an excited puppy.

“Jisung, please. I’m not ready for this chaos, not at this hour,” Hyunjin tried to reason politely.

“No, please! Just look at this!” Jisung insisted, shoving his phone in front of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin looked at the video playing on Jisung’s screen, titled “How to summon a gorilla”. At first, the title seemed ridiculous to him, but as he watched on, his curiosity was piqued. Hmm, maybe, just maybe, they could give it a try now! It sounded exciting, and besides, what better time to do it than at 2 am in the morning!

“So, what do you think, Hyunjin? You in?” Jisung asked, looking at his friend with hope-filled eyes.

“I’m in!” Hyunjin immediately decided, hopping out of his bed as Jisung whooped.

━━━━━━━━━━━━🍌━━━━━━━━━━━

It took them a while to gather everything the video said they would need, but a good deal of yelling and a hunt in the kitchen turned up six bananas, some milk, sugar, yellow food colouring, a teaspoon and a small round container. “You slice up one banana. I’ll set up the rest of the stuff in the room,” Jisung suggested, and Hyunjin wordlessly agreed before peeling the banana and setting it on a chopping board. After chopping up the banana into slices, he made his way back to his room.

“Oh nice, you’re back!” Jisung jumped up, thrilled at his friend’s arrival. “Give me a moment, and then we can proceed with the rest of the ritual!” He proclaims, clapping excitedly. In one of his hands was the small container, which had some milk in it. He gingerly scooped out some sugar with the teaspoon, before dumping it into the milk, and then added 10 drops of the yellow food colouring. “Now, we shake this”. He capped the jar, and then shook it – hard. “Gosh, I’m tired,” he complained after a while. “Hyunjin, please take over,” he requested, passing the jar to Hyunjin, who gladly accepted.

When Hyunjin was done shaking the jar, the contents were well-mixed. “Now put this in the center of the circle, and then add the banana slices around it,” Jisung instructs. Hyunjin does as instructed, setting it in the middle of the circle and then arranging the banana slices in a circle around the jar. After which, Jisung turned out the lights. An eerie blackness descended upon the room, the only light accompanying them being the dim moonlight streaming through a crack in the window. The low hoot of an owl echoed through the night, reaching their ears and adding on to the eerie atmosphere

Now, here came the final step.

Jisung took a deep breath. “You ready?” he breathed out, looking at his friend for confirmation.

Hyunjin wordlessly nodded, drawing in a shaky breath as he tried not to let his apprehension show. Although he appeared calm on the outside, he was shaking on the inside. What if this ritual meant the end of everything?

“3, 2, 1!” Jisung started the countdown.

“Bananas for gorilla! Bananas for gorilla! Bananas for gorilla! Bananas for gorilla! Bananas for gorilla!” they chanted in unison, eyes darting about the room with a mixture of fear and hope as they stayed on the alert for any sign of a gorilla.

The only sound that followed was the silence of the night. “Well, looks like it didn’t-”

Knock

Three slow knocks cut Jisung’s voice off. “AAHH!” Both boys screamed out, before clinging on to each other like koala bears. “The gorilla!” Hyunjin whimpered, eyes wide with terror, while Jisung simply took shallow, quick breaths as he stared at the door in fright.

Just then, the door flew open, and both boys simply stared at the big, black creature that towered over them in awe and terror – mainly the latter emotion. Its teeth were bared in a menacing snarl, and the menacing glow of its black beady eyes sent shivers down their spine.

Then, just as they thought things couldn’t get worse, the gorilla let out a low growl, slowly inching towards them.

“This is it, bro,” Jisung breathed, still clinging on to his friend for dear life. “I love you bro”.

“Love you too, bro,” Hyunjin whispered, preparing to face the inevitable outcome. They had played with fire, and now, they had to face the music. Both boys shut their eyes, preparing for what was to come…

“Enough, both of you. Stop being dramatic”.

A familiar voice breaks the silence. Slowly, the boys open their eyes and cautiously glance upwards. To their surprise, the gorilla has removed its head, revealing a not-so-happy Chan, dressed in a gorilla costume.

“WHAT?” Both boys yelled out in pure shock upon seeing their hyung dressed up that way.

“Hyung! Why would you scare us like that?” Jisung whined, upon finding out that it was really his own hyung that had played such a trick on them.

“You both were making so much noise, and woke me up!” Chan complained, throwing the gorilla head onto the carpeted floor. “I quickly figured out what you both were up to, and decided to teach you both a lesson!” he added with a huff, clearly still grumpy about being woken up.

“Oops, sorry hyung. We won’t do it again,” Hyunjin mumbled, feeling slightly cowed under the glare of his oldest hyung.

“You’d better not! The next time you guys try monkey business like this again, I swear you’ll get much worse!” Chan threatened, before taking off the gorilla costume and striding back to his own room to get some much-needed sleep.

Both boys eyed the retreating figure of their hyung, still wide-eyed in shock. Finally, they both burst into laughter.

“Hyunjin! Oh my gosh…that was h i l a r i o u s!” Jisung guffawed, body swaying back and forth with laughter.

“I know right!” Hyunjin agreed, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “I’m so gonna do it again”.

“Me too!”

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crispy-chan · 1 year

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hiiii ! idk why tumblr isn’t letting me dm anymore but i’m reading ur happier fic rn and it’s so cute so far :(

akjsksjskjs thank you :>

not sure why you can't dm me but i'll look into it !!! (also i'm really sorry if i'm replying late. my tumblr is glitching and this ask is only showing up on my desktop so idk what's the deal with that and I hope it's not like weeks old </3)

#mail 💌#plutominho

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starseungs · 2 years

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[ WIP TAG GAME ] post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. // all wips as of aug 7, 2022

## starseungs wips !

🗃️ | ot8 — welcome to the stage! : smau, performing arts school au, drama (angst, fluff, humor) — candy hearts club : smau, high school au, school club au, fluff, humor, angst — skz as types of childhood friends to lovers tropes : headcanons, fluff, angst

🗃️ | bang chan — critical hit! : smau, college au, fluff, humor — how to kill a heart's desire : oneshot, fantasy au (royals & nobles), angst, happy ending — under the moonlight : oneshot, hotel del luna au, angst, fluff — where they bloom : oneshot, soulmate au, fluff

🗃️ | lee minho — lie again : oneshot, angst — embers and flames : oneshot, angst — un-honeymoon : oneshot, honeymoon trip au, exes to lovers, fluff, angst, humor

🗃️ | seo changbin — target locked : oneshot, dating sim au(?), fluff, humor — when i still loved you : oneshot, angst

🗃️ | hwang hyunjin — second lead syndrome : oneshot, college au, friends to lovers, fluff, dash of angst

🗃️ | han jisung — dear you, can we love again? : oneshot, parallel universe au, angst, open ending — birthday wishes : oneshot, boyfriend au, fluff — last love song : oneshot, idol au, angst — revenge party : oneshot, college au, fluff, humor, angst — i guess im in love : oneshot, established relationship au, fluff

🗃️ | lee felix — romeo and juliet is so overrated : oneshot, blind date au, fluff, humor — until the end : oneshot, angst — a cake for two, but none for you : oneshot, secret admirer au, angst

🗃️ | kim seungmin — skip ad : smau, youtuber au, fluff, humor — love rent : oneshot, college au, rent a boyfriend au, fluff, angst — in the next lifetime : oneshot, exes au, angst — bittersweet : oneshot, onesided love, angst — photographs : oneshot, boyfriend au, fluff, angst

🗃️ | yang jeongin — all your what ifs : oneshot, exes to lovers, angst, happy ending — this is not a romcom! : oneshot, highschool au, student council au, idiots to lovers, fluff, humor

🗃️ | unnamed prompts — babysitting with bang chan — at home spa day with han jisung — academic rivals to lovers with hwang hyunjin

: written on paper universe : — big bad wolf chan x sleeping beauty reader — mad hatter changbin x cheshire cat reader (jeongin's sister) — prince charming hyunjin x cinderella reader — frog prince jisung x gretel reader (felix's cousin) — hansel felix x pinocchio reader — king of hearts seungmin x alice reader — cheshire cat jeongin x belle reader

this is a wholeass masterlist of wips 😭 ik theyre a lot but ive written like 1-2 paragraphs at least on all of them,, anyways send in an ask if youre curious about any of them!

tagged by: @h0neydewmoon tagging: @starzzns @starlighthan @staysuki @nightlychans @lhskokoro @bookishcalls @plutominho @myjisung and anyone else who wants to join bcs i dont have enough people to tag✍️

#starseungs-basement #cielle-diaries 📔

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starlighthan · 2 years

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[13:39] lee felix

contains: angst, fluff, summer lovers trope, gender-neutral!reader’s pov

warning: none

word count: 0.6k words

note: hello i am back with a badly written and very cliche drabble :’D i listened to one direction’s summer love and i went straight to google docs to write something lmao and this is the baby... kinda embarrassing at some point but i’m still going to post this HAHA

another note: this is originally a skz ship drabble that i posted somewhere else, but i thought it’d fit in a different pairing... so here you go, a drabble with a gn!reader :DD

tag list: @plutominho @hwangsify

You were mine.

You and I danced under the bright sun, flawlessly moving around with the grass softly pointing at our feet. It was an understatement to say that it was one of the best moments I had with you.

The comfort of your hands around my body was something I always craved, and I didn’t believe it was the last time I’d feel it. Your head on my shoulder was something I got used to from your nightly visits to my home. You always fell into a peaceful slumber on that same spot—you with me in the middle of the night felt like home.

The smell of sweet fruit surrounding your neck matches your personality: sweet, smooth, and gentle. I got used to associating every addicting seasonal fruit with you because of it. It was a curse to say that I’d be missing you way more than usual every time I’d see my family bring home fruits from the market.

The shining smile you always gave me resembled the sun above us. It gave me energy, waking me up from sleepiness and falling for the now-visible world’s charms, including you. Your happiness became my source of glee, and I will never doubt that you’re a living angel apparent to every single being with the mission of making this world a better place. You made my home a better place, and you became my home.

How unfortunate the thought of my head about losing you interrupted my stream of contentment. I always had a fun time feeling the satisfaction of being with you. I’m afraid that feeling wouldn’t be the same once you step into your parents’ car and move away, uncertain when you are coming back into my arms.

Cherishing this moment right now is both a painful and enjoyable process. I get to have you around me, surrounding me with your love. I get to think about you and question the possible ending of our relationship.

The question is, would there be an ending? I hope not.

“I’ll miss you very much,” you mumble against my skin, bringing goosebumps around my body. “I hope you’ll remember everything we had this summer.”

I bring my hand to your soft hair, gently caressing them. “Do you think I’d forget about this? I think this will be in my mind for the rest of my life.”

In the middle of a sunny day, I feel like storms are slowly coming with this conversation of ours. Everything has come to an end, and I slowly feel my heart falling into crumbles.

“I’ll always remember this, Felix. I’ll always remember you.”

We may have no idea when fate will pull our strings and bring us back together, but I somehow have faith that that will happen someday in our life. Even if desperation and longing crash into me, I know this wouldn’t be the last one we’ll face each other.

“I don’t know if this will be the last time we’ll see each other, but I hope you know I loved you,” he pulls his head back, standing straight from his feet, arms still encircled around me.

“And I will always love you, got that?”

Numerous summers may pass, and that illuminating glow of love will never die. Grey and ambiguous skies are hindrances to this summer love, but they will never stop us from this special connection we made for several months.

Summer will always be alive. Winter, autumn, or fall can come across, but those will never replace that unmatched euphoria of being in love with this warm, freckled boy in the humid air.

You’ll be fine. We had it all, and we’ll have it all someday.

“Of course, I’m everlastingly yours.”

And you always will be mine.

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awooghan · 1 year

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24 to 25 ✧.* y.ji (TEASER)

➳ PAIRING: jeongin x fem!reader

➳ GENRE: fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers

➳ WARNINGS: none (teaser only)

➳ WORD COUNT: 1.5k for teaser; 25k+ for full fic 😵‍💫

(UPDATE: i gravely underestimated my final wc t’s actually 47.7k 😭)

➳ SUMMARY: “stay for christmas?” was a phrase jeongin first uttered to you when you were both ten years old, but neither of you had any idea the bond those three little words would hold as the years go by.

➳ NOTES: hey besties! this is a backup account for @//plutominho , i got shadowbanned on there and just made a new account so ppl can actually see this come up in the tags 😭 this is my longest fic yet and i’m honestly still writing the last few parts of it 🫠 but i rly like how it’s turned out so far and i hope y’all will like it too! it’s a rewrite of a fic from last year. i’ll save the actual long note for when i post the final product but thank you so so much to @svtbabies for helping me throughout the course of writing this fic. you’ve helped so much in fleshing out the plot and the little details that i got stuck on and i absolutely adore what’s come out of this. also ty for the lovely banner ahhhhh ilysm 🥹🫂

ALSO LEMME KNOW IF U WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THE FULL FIC <3

@starlighthan @starseungs @crispy-chan @gloseoks @pearlychai @sulfurcosmos …uh hey i’m alive 👁👄👁

“Come on, Y/N, you can’t cling onto my shirt forever,” your mother urges you with a small chuckle.

You stiffen up in your spot at the edge of the picnic bench, and your eyes bounce between the several children on and around the playground equipment. Mixtures of squeals and cheerful laughter ring above the christmas song playing from the outdoor speaker your new neighbors, the Choi family, set up. You forgot if it was the one with the son older than you or the son your age, though—you didn’t exactly bother to learn their names when your mother introduced you.

“Go on, Y/N.” Her voice fills your ears again as she gently pushes you off the bench. Speak of the devil.

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you kick the dust with your feet and you keep your gaze cast down on the ground. You didn’t want to socialize—why would you want to make new friends when you had perfectly good ones back in your old neighborhood? Why couldn’t you just go back there? Or just snatch your mother’s dingy old flip phone for a couple minutes to send them a message?

Besides, most of the children here don’t seem like ones you’d be particularly… compatible with. You shouldn’t be one to judge, but the majority of the ones doing laps on the playground equipment couldn’t have been older than five or six. At your big age of nine years old, there’s not much you would have in common with a literal kindergartener. Plus, it seems like they had all formed a friend group of their own, and you’re more than content just watching them chase each other around, gleeful, high-pitched squeals bubbling from their sticky mouths.

Turning your head slightly, you find a group of teenagers sitting around another bench several feet away from all the adults, two of which had their bottoms perched on top of the table as they faced their friends. You would approach them, but just like how you wouldn’t exactly favor befriending the five-year-olds with crayons up their noses, the teenagers likely thought the same of you. Closing your eyes in despair, you groan to yourself and resort to dragging your feet across the dirt.

Why did you even have to move?

As you let out a sigh, you perk up at the fact you could see it in the cold air. It sparks an insurmountable amount of joy for some reason. Perhaps it’s because of the timing of the puff of air with the line, ’Jack Frost nipping at your nose’ that rings from the speakers at the other end of the small neighborhood park, but it causes a giggle to slip past your lips. It’s almost like a new light under the already-dimming sky, the soft pinks and oranges slowly dissipating as the sun begins to dip behind the mountains and give way to the overcast above.

However, you quickly get distracted by the sight of a boy your age—or at least, you assumed—and you hesitantly step closer.

And there he was.

He was short, upside down on the monkey bars, and wearing the most obnoxious shade of purple you had ever laid eyes on. You aren’t sure what hurts more: the sun in your eyes or staring at his sweater.

Looking away from the light gray clouds that hung above the park, you let your gaze fall to the boy. He watches you quietly as he continues to hang upside down, and you notice the small smile that paints his slowly reddening face.

Here goes nothing, you guess.

“Um… hi.”

He stays silent, staring at you with his beady eyes.

Gulping, you continue. “I'm Y/N.”

He mumbles something back, but you can barely make out what he says and you tilt your head slightly in confusion.

“Huh?”

“My name is Jeongin,” he repeats, only the slightest bit louder.

A smile of your own quickly forms on your face. You raise a hand up for him to shake, and he just stares at it for a second before moving one of his outstretched arms to meet you, his hand grasping yours at an awkward angle. You both can’t help but giggle as you give your best attempt at a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Jeongin,” you say, slowly pulling your hand away and letting his drop above, or rather, below his upside-down head. “I'm Y/N.”

“You said that already,” He says, and his bluntness makes you chuckle.

Slowly, Jeongin maneuvers himself so he’s sitting on top of the monkey bars instead of hanging upside down. Once he gets upright and steadies himself from the blood rushing down from his head, he stares back down at you.

You stuff your hands into your pockets and heave out a sigh. “My mom says I need a friend,” you explain your current plight to Jeongin, and you find his soft gaze once again. It’s strange, really—you've only exchanged a few words with this boy, but you already feel comfortable enough to complain about your mother’s nagging to him.

You suppose that helps your next words spill out more easily.

“Want to be friends?”

You watch Jeongin expectantly as he looks down, picking at a piece of lint on his hideous purple sweater. He ponders your question for a minute, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you when he finally nods in response. If your mom wanted you to have a friend so badly, there you go. You got one.

You stand there awkwardly, your eyes drifting back up to the sky for a moment. It occurs to you that you’ve never asked someone to be friends with you; it’s always just kind of happened.

And now you’re stuck, unsure what to do next.

You let out another huff of air, another smile tickling your lips as you watch the faint, white puff form in front of your eyes. Then you look back up at the boy in the obnoxious purple sweater, who seems just as amused by the cold air as you as he lets out his own breath, exhaling like a small dragon.

A chuckle escapes your parted lips as you watch him, kicking his legs lightly as he stares up at the sky. After another minute, you speak again.

“Can I sit up there with you too?”

Nodding his head, he mumbles a small “yeah” and the corners of your mouth twitch up as you hurriedly climb your way up onto the monkey bars. You dangle your legs through the same section as Jeongin’s, and you shift your position slightly as you steady yourself.

A gust of cold air causes you to shiver and as a response, you pull your puffy coat closer to you. This seems to make Jeongin chuckle fondly, and you feel his eyes linger on you for a second before he looks out at the horizon. Neither of you are tall enough to see much above the houses in front of you, but you figure you can use your imaginations to picture what lies beyond that. It’ll have to do.

You both remain silent for a while like this, allowing the chatter and Christmas music below to fill the air around you. It’s comfortable, it feels like a weighted blanket wrapped around your shoulders—which is funny to say because you’re sharing this moment with a kid you’ve barely known for ten minutes. You don’t mind, though. By the looks of it, and the friendly glances you exchange with each other, Jeongin doesn’t seem to, either.

Suddenly, a cold, wet spot falls onto your nose, causing you to gasp and look up.

“Is that…”

Jeongin tilts his head up as well, and he chuckles when another wet drop lands on his face. Meanwhile, you’re in awe. You let your mouth fall open, and your eyes swirl with pure wonderment as you watch the white crystals above you flutter down. It sends chills down your spine, but wraps you up in a cocoon of warmth at the same time.

“Snow…” is all you manage to mumble.

Jeongin turns to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Have you never seen snow before?”

You glance at him once, shake your head, and look back up at the sky.

The boy’s jaw drops. It almost mirrors your dazed expression, except his features are twisted in surprise. But it’s true—snow was something you had only witnessed in movies. As far as you were concerned, the fluffy, white particles only ever graced the stop-motion characters on the old-timey Christmas cartoons you rewatched every year, or the main couple in whatever cheesy Hallmark movie your parents decided to indulge in.

That is, until now.

You didn’t know at that moment what type of future you had in store, but you know one thing: the snow is beautiful. And as you follow Jeongin down the monkey bars and to your first snowball fight, you have an inkling that you’ll be sticking with him for a while.

Maybe this move won’t be so bad after all.

full version release date: december 25 (hopefully)

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