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soobnny · 6 months

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another year with you — lee minho. established relationship. extreme fluff (0.5k words)

“Dori, you’re gonna wake him up.”

Your whispers mix together with your giggles as Minho stirs in his sleep. There’s a tickle on his nose. Dori’s tail, he assumes.

He simply nuzzles his face deeper into his pillow in response to the commotion, grip tightening around your waist to keep you in place.

It’s one of his first day offs in a while, and he fully intends to spend it in bed all day with you.

“Minho.” You sheered, running a hand through his hair. He habitually leans into your warmth. “Happy Birthday.”

Dori keeps kneading at the pillow he’s using. Soonie and Doongie seem to have joined not long ago, pooling just by your legs.

Minho grumbles, moving his head so he’s facing you. Though, he doesn’t think he could have ever prepare himself for the sight he’s subjected to.

The sunlight pouring through your shared room bathes your face in a beautiful hue, soft smile on your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is still in a whisper, not wanting to startle him out of the small comfort of your bed. You can see the way his eyes start to open wider, blinking away the sleep. Slowly.

“What do you want for your birthday?” You ask. His lips look plump, pressed together as he keeps his eyes on yours.

He has tells when he’s deep in thought, tongue running over his bottom lip with a slight furrow on his eyebrows. His hand moves from being draped around your waist in favor of tracing the moles on your face.

Dori meows from next to him. Soonie and Doongie have moved to occupy the space between you.

“I have everything I need.” He finally mumbles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Soft, romantic, and lovesick.

You pull away, though unsuccessfully as Minho chases after your lips. “‘M not done kissing you.”

“Mmm.” You hum against his lips, hand moving to play with the ends of his hair. He grew it out recently, admits he likes the way you pull on it.

It lasts a few heartbeats, and Minho exhales when your lips leave his. His eyes are still closed as he cements this moment. He’d film it if we could, running it over and over and never getting sick.

Quiet mornings with you and his cats on his birthday. He feels his heart grow.

“I love you.” The boy rarely says it first, loving in the shadows, but he ponders over saying it more when he sees the way your eyes light up and the way you have to bite down on your lips to suppress your smile.

You feel too fumbly to respond right away. Though, Minho doesn’t take too lightly at the silence that follows.

“Say it back.” He whines, and the pout on his lips solicit a breathy laughter from you. You gently reach out to cup his face, running a hand over his bottom lip.

“I love you too.”

He smiles. Slow blinking from his doe eyes.

“You’re twenty-five.”

Foreheads pressed together. Noses nuzzling. Soonie meows.

“Another year with you.”

Minho wouldn’t want it any other way.

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gimmeurtmi · 4 months

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warnings: choking, breath play kinda, kink exploration kinda, making out. hands. 🔞

[ 18:46 ] you sigh, dazed and horny and breathless as you pull away from seungmin’s lips. he came over a few minutes ago or you think it’s been a few minutes, but the screen in front of you has a ‘are you still watching?’ message displayed and you have no recollection of when the background noise stopped—too consumed by everything kim seungmin to notice something as unimportant as the netflix show he put on for the pair of you.

you rest your head on his shoulder softly, gulping in air. his hand sinks into your hair, softly scratching at your scalp. you can feel the warmth of his hand on your entire head and you aren’t sure if the scratching is just that pleasant or his hand is just that big.

both thoughts make you want to grab his face and kiss him some more, lest you start actually purring at your boyfriend of two months.

“what were you saying?” he asks, kissing your head softly as you keep resting on his shoulder.

“what?”

“before i kissed you, you said something.”

“no fucking clue,” you scoff at him.

you lift your head and seungmin smiles softly at you. god, his smile is beautiful.

then he starts smirking and you’re already preparing your eyes to roll at whatever he’s going to say.

“finally found the way to shut you up,”

you do roll your eyes, before shoving him away from you with a chuckle, “you’re insufferable.”

“you’re obsessed with me,” he corrects you, pulling himself closer to you every time you push him away.

“i’m so not,” you comment maturely.

“soooo are,” he smirks, before his large hand wraps around the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss.

your lips melt against his, molding perfectly together, and seungmin doesn’t wait long before licking at your lips for more.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, sighing lightly at the soft velvety feeling.

you let him control the pace, follow his movements half dazed as he slows everything down. soft, slow, soothing. his lips barely moving against yours and all you can feel is him wrapping around your sense.

you feel his hand move towards your cheek keeping you close to him, and with the size of his hand his pinky sits just beneath your jaw. pressing lightly.

anticipation tickles your gut as you feel his pinky moving around slightly—as if downwards.

you’ve been waiting for seungmin to do something like this, something bold. well, you’ve been begging seungmin to choke you. but only in your brain—you were too scared to say it out loud. it was all so new still and you didn’t want to ask for something unless you knew he’d want it, too.

still, the way his hand is cupping your jaw gives you (and your pussy) a little bit more hope.

you slowly bring your fingers to his elbow, shifting slightly closer to him. you let him kiss you, the back of your eyes tingling by just how slow he’s going, as you—just as slowly—run your fingers all the way up to his wrist.

you wrap your hand around it, softly caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. you can’t even feel where his hand ends.

ever so slightly, you nudge his hand further down your jaw.

seungmin doesn’t react, lips still clashing together. maybe you were too subtle.

you tug on his wrist again, this time his hand slips and all his fingers lay flat against your neck. you’re sure he can feel your pulse thumping heavily against your skin.

a small moan slips out, and you give his wrist another tug, until his palm lays flat against your throat.

you love kissing seungmin slowly, sensually, but the thought of his hand just resting right where you wanted him to touch you turns you desperate and so you surge forward as your kisses turn eager.

moving forward causes seungmin to put more pressure on your throat, and you can’t help the quiet desperate pants that follow. you know seungmin hears you, you know he sees and feels your reactions, and he slowly starts pressing into the side of your neck.

you moan.

you want to say something, affirm him that this is exactly what you want, but you’re too intoxicated by his kisses to pull away now. you need more of them.

he keeps pressing, so hard that you need to pull away when all the breath stops reaching your brain.

you slowly open your eyes when seungmin relaxes his hand—but still keeps it resting on the entirety of your neck.

his pupils are blown wide, his lips slick and swollen and red. you want to bite them.

“this is what you wanted?” he says lowly, voice rough from kissing.

“yeah,” you start saying, but the words die out when seungmin presses down on the side of your throat again.

a small smirk sits on his lips as his eyes dart all over your face—both studying your reaction and relishing in it.

“gonna say it for me?” he asks, eyebrows raised slightly. he relaxes his fingers.

“choke me,” you let out, weakly, but you make up for it when the hand still around his wrist pulls him closer to you.

seungmin, smug as ever, gives you exactly what you want.

until you’re lightheaded and giggling and back where you started; head on his shoulder as his large hand rests on the back of your head, scratching lightly.

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oddinarylani · 3 months

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10:58 pm | chan | a place to sleep, for just some time.

they jingled and shook together between your fingers; your keys. even just walking to your car, which was a mere few steps from your complex, left the scratched metal freezing cold and wet with condensation. the skin of your fingers was beginning to turn a rosy, pretty shade of red - kissed by the wind chill and met with the cold unceremoniously.

huffs of hot breath leave your lips, your hand shoves your keys into your ignition - the click alerts your ears, and you turn.

she struggles to start up, a few repeated misfires as she tries to get started up in the cold, you push your lips together, “c’mon-“ you mutter once before she starts, engine coming to life as your radio begins to sound throughout the confines of your car. you sigh in relief, sitting back to get cozy for the next 20 minutes it takes her to get even the slightest bit warm.

as the engine warms to the first notch, some random playlist going - though your mind was rather fixated on how cold it was, not what music was playing, your phone buzzes.

did it start up okay?

your hands tremble, fingers numb as you type a reply.

yeah, i’m letting it warm up before i head over

please drive safe. the roads don’t look so good.

i will, i promise. i’ll go slow so it’ll take me a minute.

your phone still trembles in your fingers, a long shaky exhale leaves your lips, and chan sends a few more messages asking you to promise to be safe. forever doting on your wellbeing as he always had. it brings a smile to your shakes, and your car is a notch warmer. you change the song, hiding your fingers inside your jacket as you try to warm.

your knuckles have almost split and cracked from the dryness - you feel the ache over the skin - red and flustered and freezing, a kind of beautiful clash against the pure white of the snow on the ground.

it was reaching -22° now - the power had been out for 2 days, and you texted chan out of pure frozen desperation. finally caving on his request to have you stay over to keep out of the cold of your apartment. ice was beginning to form around your window pane, and now, you could periodically see your breaths in your own home. groceries were getting low and you were feeling fairly hopeless and frustrated at the predicament.

with one more promise of your carefulness to chan, you pull out of your complex to begin you drive, changing the song once more.

the ice and frozen pavement crunches and groans under your tires, but you have one thing on your mind keeping you going - and when you finally arrive you nearly feel like crying just at the sight.

chan walks out the door to greet you and take your bags, burying further in his hoodie when he feels how cold it’s getting outside. you throw your bags over you shoulder, waddling up to him and leaning up to kiss him when he takes your bags.

“hey baby,” he smiles. “let’s get you inside.” you nod, jaw chattering.

“if you want to lay down or change i just put the heated blanket on in my bed, i’ll get you some tea.” he leans in, kissing your cheek as you nod and shuffle off to his room.

his apartment is warm, warm and so comforting. you shes your layers, down to a long sleeve shirt and your fleece leggings and socks and slide into his bed, feeling your bones and muscles relax to the warmth and your jaw still from the chattering.

chan comes in a moment later, smiling at your cocooned state; the blankets pulled to your mouth, eyes closed as your body tries to take in as much warmth as possible.

“c’mere, baby.” he lifts the covers to slide in next to you, shuddering when he feels how cold you were against him. “o-ooh, you’re so cold.” he frowns softly, fully pressing his body against you, wrapping his arms around you. his hands gently scratch and soothe your skin, warming you up beneath his palms.

you nuzzle for his warmth, face buried in his shoulder and neck, your legs searching and preening to be intertwined with his. “i-i know, sorry.” you mumble, keeping your freezin digits to yourself until they warmed up enough.

“don’t apologize, baby. just glad you’re here, couldn’t imagine how bad it was at your place.” he cradles the back of your head, fingers scratching at your scalp and threading through your hair.

god, it felt so good to be in his arms. he was all encompassing, sobering - like being held by him brought every thought to the forefront of your mind and it was all just him.

he was warm, holding you in the way he knew you loved, the way he always did. it took the breath from you a bit, to be swallowed up by him.

the water for your tea dings and he stands, softly rubbing your waist and hip as he gets up. “i’ll be right back, you want cream? sugar?” you nod and he chuckles, coming back a moment later with your tea in hand. you sit up, a bit fuzzy from the warmth and take the cup he offered, the steam wafting from the top ever inviting.

you smile softly at him, your eyes meeting for a brief moment. “thank you, my love.” you lean in once more, your lips meting softly as a thank you. he hums, eyes a bit sparkly and mouth crinkled with a soft smile.

his eyes filter down to your hands, brow and eyes contorting. “oh your hands,” he fetches a small bottle of lotion, popping open the cap as he puts a good amount in his own hands, taking yours.

he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them softly with his pillowy lips before working the lotion into your skin.

you smile at his gesture, soon the cracking of your knuckles healed over a bit with the moisture, and he takes your hands in his, squeezing softly.

“you’re too good to me.” you chuckle, leaning further to wrap your arms around him, fully wrapped in his embrace.

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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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only love can hurt like this

pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin warnings: angst, so much angst, sad bang chan (i promise i love him and i don't want him to be sad but...) swearing/cursing, drama. words: 2,683 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL a/n: this is my very first time writing for Stray Kids, for kpop in general! i am very nervous, but i was listening to this song and felt so inspired. please be gentle, i have only ever wrote for fictional characters my entire life, taking a crack at a real life person is a bit intimidating.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind, you felt like the luckiest girl in the entire world. If someone gave you a lottery ticket right now, you were at least 80% sure you would hit the jackpot.

Yet, you had already hit the jackpot, that even the one that promised you mounds of money wasn’t enough to get you to trade what you had.

Matter of fact, your jackpot was sitting across from you as you typed your latest assignment on your laptop. You looked up through your lashes and smiled softly seeing Bang Chan sitting in his chair, his headphones covering his ears and his laptop opened.

Chan’s makeshift studio was the best place to get your studying done. It was quiet most of the time, that wasn’t including when Chan would start humming a tune, or singing lyrics under his breath.

Your focus shifted to the clock on the bottom corner of your screen. It was nearly midnight and time just got away once again.

You pulled your earphones from your ears and placed them back in the case. You stretched your arms up to the ceiling and stood up. Chan was still focused on what he was doing, he didn’t notice you standing behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek causing him to jump a little in his seat.

“oh, it’s you.” he smiled and pressed pause on his latest project.

“were you expecting someone else?” You teased, pretending to be offended.

“yeah, I was expecting the janitor, he usually comes in around 12:30 to clean, was wondering why he decided to make a move tonight.” he joked.

“it’s almost midnight, you ready?” you asked showing him the time on your phone.

“uh, give me another hour okay?” he looked at you with puppy eyes.

Your fingers instinctively combed through his hair, and a smile tugged across your lips. “fine.” you sighed.

You sat back down in your spot and started to place your headphones in your ears when Chan turned around and looked at you confused.

“oh, you’re going to stay?” he asked looking at the time.

“yeah.” you chuckled lightly. “i want to make sure nothing is really happening between you and this janitor” you joked.

Chan smiled and turned around, putting his headphones back on.

An hour had passed and Chan was still working, you looked at your phone it was nearing 1:00am.

Chan looked fully focused on his laptop, you could hear his curses under his breath followed by an aggressive pressing of his laptop keys.

“Chan?” you tapped his shoulder softly, he quickly turned around and forced his headset off.

His eyes soften after realizing it was only you, “oh, sorry. you should probably get home.” he frowned.

“i’m not going to leave you here alone.” you smiled softly but feeling unsure of your decision. “i’m just going to go for a walk, because I been sitting there all night.”

Chan nodded and allowed you to press a kiss to his cheek before leaving the studio.

You turned towards him, he was already focused on his laptop again, his cursing louder as closed the door behind you.

You walked down the hall, looking at the photos and framed albums on the wall. That’s when the idea hatched. Maybe, you should bring Chan a midnight snack. You knew he would think better with a little food in his tummy.

You walked down to the nearest 24/7 mart and picked up a few of Chan’s favorite snacks. “it will be a late-night picnic” you thought to yourself, as you handed the cashier the money.

You walked back to the studio to see Chan still in the exact same spot. His headphones over his head, and the laptop at the tip of his fingers.

“Chan.” you tapped his shoulder. This time he ignored you, he was fully focused on his project.

“Chan” you tapped again.

“for fucks sake” he cursed “what? what is it now?” he looked at you his eyes once full of sorrow now full of rage.

“uh-” you stammered full of surprise. “uhm-I brought you some brain fuel” you smiled weakly and showed him the bag full of snacks.

“can you just go home.” he scoffed. And turned back to his laptop. “i honestly don’t know why you’re waiting around” he put his headphones on.

“Chan” you tapped his shoulder again after analyzing what he just said.

“GO HOME!” he threw his headphones hard into his laptop and looked at you, his eyes filled with fire.

You stepped back feeling a little bit of fright from his action. “i-” you stammered.

Chan ignored whatever you were about to say and put his headphones back on. “fuck!” he yelled at the screen.

You dropped the bag on the floor and hurried to gather your things. You were with Bang Chan for 2 years now and never had he ever raised his voice at you. He was always timid, and he even panicked when he gave you your first kiss.

“i’ll see you at home” you whispered to him as you hurried out the door. You closed the door shut and hurried to the elevator. When the door “dinged” and shut, you finally felt safe. Your body relaxed and yet you still felt the panic jolting through your veins.

The taxi ride was quiet, you couldn’t even remember giving the driver directions, or let alone a destination. Still, you watched the city lights zoom by illuminating your tear-stained face every two seconds.

“That will be $52.91” the driver pulled up to a familiar curb. You snapped out of your daze and reached for your bag, your fingers raked the contents of your items in search of your wallet. “shoot, I must have left it the place you picked me up.” you frowned.

“hey, I am not running a free service. You better pay for your fare.” the driver turned around his face red with anger.

“this is my apartment, building let me run inside and I promise I will be back down.” you begged.

The driver went quiet, and sighed. “you have five minutes” he grumbled. “and leave your bag, in case you don’t come back down.” he gestured to the bag Chan bought you for your birthday.

“fine” you sighed and stepped out. You started to head for the door, when the driver sped away.

“wait!” you shouted as he ran the red light down the street.

“shit!” you cursed and looked around seeing if anyone saw what happened, but you were alone on the street.

Finding the bus park bench, you sat down and collapsed your head into the palms of your hands. You choked out a sob, feeling like this night couldn’t get any worst.

“y/n?” a voice stammered out of the dark. “go.” you sighed “away.” you sniffled “please.”

“it’s almost 2 o’clock” the voice grew louder signifying they were closing in. “what happened?” you looked up at Changbin who was towering over you.

“just- a bad day” you sniffled and wiped your tears away. “where is Chan?” he looked up at the apartment seeing if your lights were on.

“at the studio.” your voice hiccupped. “he told me to “just go home.”.” you sniffled again.

“is that why you’re crying?” he sat beside you.

He could feel you beginning to shiver from the cold night air, he quickly pulled his jacket from his body and covered your shoulders.

“part of it.” you smiled weakly at his gesture. “the cab that brought me home, I left my wallet at the studio, and I told the driver I was going to get some money inside and he asked me to leave my bag as collateral, and when I was far enough away, he sped off with my bag.” you started to tear up again.

“between that and Chan cursing at me.” you could feel your lips trembling as the tears began to fall once more.

“he cursed at you?” Changbin stood up, feeling angry now.

“no.” you quickly tried to backtrack. “he didn’t. Curse curse at me” you lied.

“no, this isn’t acceptable.” Changbin began walking towards his car.

“Changbin.” you hurried behind him, he unlocked the door and you quickly jumped in the passenger seat.

Your hand touched his as he reached for the ignition. “Changbin, it’s okay. He is probably tired. Or hungry-” “stop trying to justify what he did y/n” Changbin cut you off.

He started the car and pulled away from the sidewalk, you watched as familiar signs and lights passed by you once again.

You felt your heart stop and pound rapidly as the car was put in park at the studio.

“Changbin- please” you begged. “go easy on him.” you felt your face warm up as the tears welled in your eyes.

“I’m just going to talk to him, and ask him what all this is about.” he assured you.

You followed behind him cautiously into the elevator. It was quiet, only the hums of each passing floor filled the air, and made you even more nervous.

The elevator came to a halt and the door opened revealing Bang Chan standing there, your wallet and house keys in hand.

His face relaxed upon seeing you, but immediately washed over with regret seeing how swollen your eyes were.

“Baby, look I'm-” Bang Chan looked at you sympathetically, “how long did it take you to realize that she left her money and keys here Chan?” Changbin snarled cutting off Chan’s apology as he appeared from behind the wall of the elevator.

“I got caught up trying to produce our next song and I-” Chan began to explain.

“that is not an excuse” Changbin interrupted again.

“Changbin” you stepped forward and put your hand on his shoulder. You could feel his anger pulsating through his skin, making him warm to the touch.

“I think it took you quiet long enough, seeing that she had enough time to get robbed.” Changbin added.

“Robbed?!” Chan’s face flushed, “are you okay?” he stepped towards you. Changbin instinctively stepped in front of you and extended his arm blocking Bang Chan from stepping any closer.

“yeah, I'm fine.” you lied. “it was a misunderstanding, and-”

��She could have gotten hurt.” Changbin interrupted yet again. “luckily, I was coming by to see if you both were home, because I know when we are in the middle of making a new album, you over work yourself-”

“Changbin” you shouted his name a little bit louder, he stopped talking and the both of the boys looked at you.

“i’m grateful that you were there.” you sighed and looked at him “but you have to take it easy on Chan, he is-”

“you’re always going to stick up for him aren’t you?” Changbin stopped you again. “it’s always Bang Chan who can do no wrong in your eyes.” he taunted.

“Changbin. That’s not fair.” you sighed. “anyway, it’s late.” he cleared his throat. “i’ll see you both tomorrow.” he got into the elevator and closed the door leaving both you and Chan in silence.

“y/n” Chan finally broke the silence and turned to face you. “I’m sorry baby, this album is more stressful than our last one, the songs aren’t coming out the way I want them to-” he began.

“Christopher” you stopped him, he looked at you in shock, throughout the entire time you were both together you never used his real name, not once.

“Changbin is right.” you stepped away from him. “I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world to be dating THE Bang Chan” you smiled at the silly idea.

“but my entire night has been everything but lucky.” you scoffed. “and it is all because of THE Bang Chan.”

You stepped forward and slowly pulled your stuff out of Bang Chan’s hands.

“what does that mean?” Chan asked feeling a heaviness in his chest after you went silent.

“Christopher-” you sighed, you refused to look at him as the words rolled off your tongue. “-we need to break up.”

“y/n” Bang Chan stepped forward.

“I will be by tomorrow to get the rest of my stuff, but give me 20 minutes to get a few items when we get back.” you turned away and hurried into the stairwell. You would rather stumble down a flight of stairs than be in an awkward silence with Bang Chan in the elevator.

You hailed a cab as soon as you reached the bottom and exited the building. As you settled into the cab you looked out the window. You gave the address and looked out the window hoping to see Chan, instead you noticed Changbin sitting in his car.

You looked in the other direction and spotted a familiar bag on the seat.

“I hope you brought your money this time” the cab driver from earlier scoffed. “great.” you sighed as he started the route to the apartment.

You paid for your previous fare and this one. Before exiting you requested the driver to wait until you came back down. Promising double.

You arrived to the apartment before Bang Chan, and you knew this because the lights were out still, and his shoes weren’t by the front door.

You walked to the room and started to collect a few items, some clothes for tomorrow, your pajamas, a warm jacket and a hoodie. You were in the bathroom collecting your hygiene products when you heard the door shut close.

Bang Chan walked into the bathroom; his body leaned against the frame as he watched you pack your things.

“y/n, baby please.” he begged.

“don’t-” you stopped him. As you continued to drop products into your vanity case.

You tried to walked past him but he blocked the exit to the bathroom. “can we talk about this.” his eyes were beginning to well.

“Christopher-” you sighed “don’t call me that.” he argued back.

“it’s Chan, or Channie, or baby or-” he began to fumble his words in frustration. “anything but Christopher-” he sniffled.

You looked at him and shook your head. “my cab driver is going to leave... he- he does that.” you gulped down a dry lump.

As Chan wiped his tears you hurried past him and back to the livingroom where your luggage case was waiting.

You were heading towards the door, when you felt Chan’s hand grab yours. He pulled you into his body. His lips immediately meeting yours, you melted into his lips as you have done many a times.

The kiss was interrupted as Chan sniffled; his tears seeped into your cheeks as leaned his forehead against yours.

“please-” he begged again. “-don’t leave me.” he sobbed.

“I-” you tried to pry yourself from his grip. “I will leave my key when I come back tomorrow.” you pulled away.

You hurried out the door, and into the elevator. It was in that moment of silence you felt the tears falling violently down your cheeks.

The elevator bell dinged and you exited quickly, your cab was still there as you exited the building.

The cab driver, opened the trunk and started to put your luggage inside.

“where to now?” he asked. “the hotel, just three blocks down” you replied.

“you got it.” the driver walked to the driver side.

You opened the door and took one last look at the apartment building you called “home” with Chan for a year.

You got into the cab, and settled in once again. You buckled yourself in, and looked out the window towards the building. The voice of Bang Chan echoed in your ears as he begged you not to go.

You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath. “can we go please.” you requested to the driver, not wanting to stay and endure another memory that haunted this space.

“just finishing putting in the destination” the driver replied and put the cab in drive.

Bang Chan walked out of the lobby, his focus on you as he watched the cab pull away from the curb.

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hanjisick · 2 years

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louder.

› genre: roommate!artist!hyunjin x reader, smut

› description: you convince yourself that your roommate has a girlfriend.

› warnings: rough sex, 18+

› word count: 1.4k

you had been a bit skeptical of the idea of roommates at first. after so many horror stories of untidy roommates, ones who didn’t clean their dishes and trashed the house, or played loud music late at night. ones who would bring girls over to sleep with.

after some convincing, however, you let him stay. and surprisingly, you couldn’t find many flaws in him.

he always cleaned up after himself. always tucked away in his room, working on his paintings, never making any noise at all. he never bothered you besides the occasional movie night.

if anything, you wished that he would bother you a little bit more. you knew nearly nothing about him besides his artwork and the dance classes that he took every thursday.

you began to start more conversations with hyunjin. it started as little things, asking about how his day went, what art project he had been working on recently, the strange drink in the fridge.

as you spent more time trying to get to know him, the more you noticed about him. his soft smile, big lips, the small mole under his eye, his hands running through his hair while he talked about something he was passionate about.

all of it gave you butterflies, but you pushed your feelings down in embarrassment. you barely knew him— what if he had a girlfriend?

the thought bothered you. what if he had a girlfriend the whole time? is that why he didn’t talk to you often?

you needed to move on from the crush, quickly.

spending less and less time at home, you avoided hyunjin successfully, speaking to him less than you had at the start.

every time you saw him looking ethereal outside of his room, his hair tied up as he cooked and offered you food, you denied, left, and distracted yourself with another hookup.

one night you had gotten home early, pouting and plopping down on your shared living room couch. you were disappointed, getting walked in on with the guy by his girlfriend that you had no clue about.

too upset to look for another person, you came home and hoped that hyunjin wasn’t going to leave his room.

reaching for the remote, you turned on a shuffled movie.

about halfway through, your shoulders tensed as you heard a door creak open.

he’d ignore you. he needed to use the bathroom is all, right?

despite your mental chants for him to leave you alone, there was a tapping on your shoulder.

you turned around, teeth clenched as the pretty boy glowed from the colors of the screen.

“you’re here, finally. can i show you something?”

reluctantly, you nodded, turning off the tv and followed him into his room.

you gasped, not having seen it in months. it was now full of artwork. the one that stood out however, was a portrait of you on his desk.

he watched your eyes linger on it. “i made it for you. it’s almost your birthday.”

“how did you know that?”

“i know everything about you, darling.” your breath hitched, hating the nickname. but you also loved it a little too much.

before you could process his words, he hit you with another bullet. “and you're so perfect."

you weren’t stupid, you knew that he was flirting with you. “don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“what?”

embarrassment hit you almost immediately. perhaps you were too caught up in the worst of the situation.

“who told you that?” he questioned further, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand the situation.

“i don’t have a girlfriend, i barely have any friends,” he tried to explain, “all i do is sit in this room and draw.”

the two of you shared a moment of silence, staring at the drawing as you processed the awkward situation.

“so i’ve been avoiding you for nothing?”

“i knew you were avoiding me!” “was it that obvious?“

your heart banged against your chest as he made eye contact with you.

the air in the room felt stuffy and hot. you both knew what was going to happen next, so you closed your eyes and waited for it to happen.

his hand met the side of your face and his lips gently touched yours.

after a few seconds, he pulled away just enough to speak against your lips, “is this okay?”

you pulled him in again after a nod, and he smiled against your lips. his hand ran through your hair, your bodies flushed together.

but you were still frustrated. from hyunjin not making a move sooner, for being wrong and stupid, from the failed hookup.

you didn’t want to exchange cute little kisses. you wanted to fuck him.

that’s exactly what you said as you pulled away once more. “just fuck me.”

you stared up at him with determination in your eyes as his gentle smile grew into a slight smirk. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you to say that.”

“i’m on birth control. do anything you want to me. i can take it.”

his demeanor changed almost immediately. hyunjin threw you onto his bed, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, sucking and kissing every area down to your collarbones.

“please,” you whined, your hands starting to roam down his back.

"sweetheart, i have to mark you. how else is everyone gonna know you're mine?" he let out a low chuckle against your bruised neck and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together.

he pulled away to tug at the hem of your shirt. you lifted yourself up and he threw it above your head and onto the floor. he did the same with your bra, staring down at your chest with dark eyes.

"god, you have no idea how amazing you look, do you?"

you broke eye contact, feeling shy at the compliment.

to make you feel better about being exposed, he removed his own shirt, diving back in.

you moaned and tugged at his hair as he sucked and played with your breasts, taking a nipple lightly between his teeth.

he swirled his tongue around it and looked right at you, refusing to break eye contact.

they weren’t the same eyes that offered you lunch when he saw you. these eyes were heavy with lust and sin, looking at you hungrily as if he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life.

you throbbed at the sight, trying to pull him off of you, “i need you now hyunjin. please.”

he pulled away with a pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting him to your breast.

“say it again.” he hovered above you, waiting for you to beg for him.

“please hyunjin, i need you inside of me.” he didn’t wait a second longer before tearing your shorts and panties off as well as his boxers.

he sank in with little warning, groaning as he barely let you adjust. instead, hyunjin grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, roughly pounding into you already. "i want you to tell me you love me as i fuck you into this mattress."

your mouth fell open as you felt him increase his pace, “i love you, hyunjin.”

the mattress slammed against the wall from the force of his thrusts as you repeated the words until they were an incoherent stream of moans.

his fingers reached down to rub circles on your clit, making your eyes roll back with pleasure as you clawed at his back.

“good girl,” he grunted, “good fucking girl, doing so good for me, letting me fuck you senseless.”

you were a drooling mess, begging for him without knowing what you were begging for anymore.

“louder. i want you to scream my name. i want the neighbors to know how bad i’m ruining you.”

your nails dug harder into his back, “hyunjin! i’m gonna cum!”

your words gave him encouragement to speed up even more. the bed hitting the wall and squeaking combined with your screams— there couldn’t be a single neighbor who didn’t know what was going on.

you could tell that he was close too by the way he fell silent, chasing his release. you rolled your hips up, orgasm washing over you as you came around him.

he followed right after you, letting out strained curses as he filled you up. you both rode out your highs together, your breathing in sync with eachother and drunk with pleasure.

hyunjin waited until you both caught your breath before slowly pulling out.

“let’s get you cleaned up.”

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AAHAHAHA OKAY, HI ITS JURRASIC WORLD ANON

Can i request a stray kids reaction to their partner absolutely bawling at the brachiosaurous scene please 😭 my friends had to console me for like 10 minutes cause it made me cry so hard

stray kids (ot8) reaction to their partner bawling their eyes out to brachiosaurus' scene <3

synopsis: it's time to watch the jurassic park franchise, and when an absolute devastating scene from the movie released nearly 8 years ago shows up, the boys aren't sure how to react when they find their s/o crying their eyes out.

warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers?

author's note: guys this is literally me with meet the robinson's. everytime little wonders by rob thomas plays in the movie, BOOM. instantly moved to tears.

thank you so much for the request! please consider reblogging my post and leave a cute little comment to boost my work!!

chan was excited to see jurassic world! jurassic park and the entire franchise was an important part in the film industry, so for him to watch the movie for the first time with the love of his life was an absolute prime decision. the movie started off steady, and then it got interesting. and then, it got sad :( the same brachiosaurus from the first movie was caught in the fire, no where to go as the water expanded across the horizon. it was trapped. it was heartbreaking. gut-wrenching to watch. and he would've cried, he wanted to cry. small sniffles echoed across the living room wall, and he turned to see you laying your head on his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. chan. immediately turned to comfort you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"oh, baby, it's so sad." his hands are gentle, as if he wasn't comforting you over an artificial created brachiosaurus. "it's sad, it's okay to cry." he used his thumb to wipe your tears and paused the movie until you felt consoled enough to continue.

minho had already seen a few of the jurassic park franchise movies. how couldn't he have? it's one of the biggest movie franchises of the world. he hasn't watched recent instillments due to a busy schedule, but when you mention finally watching the recent ones on his day off, he immediately took you up on the offer; popcorn, blankets, a nice comfortable pillow, cuddle sessions and a surround system turned up damn near full blast sounded like the perfect night, especially with his favorite person in the whole world. the movie was not too painful to get through, he did cringe at some dialogue throughout the movie, but all movies have those moments. he would've cried at the scene where the brachiosaurus was stranded on the island, but he personally felt like the scene was a bit rushed. he knew you. the second the scene came to an end, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"you're such a crybaby." he whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder, "it was a bit sad though." he admitted, chuckling to himself. minho knew how quick to tears you could be at movies, and he'd be lying if he didn't find it cute; it just means you can find sentiment in everything. and he admired that.

changbin is totally a movie buff! he has seen the jurassic park movies at least 6 times in his lifetime, and he was probably one of the firsts leading the crusade for the newest movies. changbin loves the movies, and he was the first person at the movie theaters doors on release day, at the earliest showing, with his large tub of popcorn. so, when you told him you never saw the newest ones, he nearly dropped his jaw. how could you not?! he took this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of the greatest movies he's ever experienced. he set everything up, not accepting help from you, before he pulled out a dvd player, and gently placed the disc into the tray (these were the only dvds he owned tbh). he watched excitedly, peeking at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction: happiness, excitement, tension, and of course, sadness. he cried in the theater when the scene came on, and he isn't afraid to admit that it still makes his heart squeeze watching the scene again.

both you and changbin sat on his bed, crying at the scene, the movie paused on the last glimpse of the brachiosaurus, which only made you both cry your eyes out more. changbin and you didn't share any words, but you both shared tears.

hyunjin can admit he has never seen the jurassic park movies. he wasn't a dinosaur kid, he was an ancient egyptian kid fs. he personally thought the premise of the movies were a bit silly. why would they open these parks if it always ended in disaster? but, here he was, sitting beside you, as you wore your acid-washed jurassic park pajama set, excitedly starting the movie. hyunjin was aware of how often you watched these movies, and how much you loved them, so he had no problem watching them with you if it meant he could see how happy you got (dinosaur kid and ancient egyptian kid solidarity). but one thing he could not understand was how you've watched these movies so many times, and you still cry your eyes out to the brachiosaurus scene.

hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cried, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. okay, he gets it; the scene is sad, but he truly didn't understand why exactly this was so sad. that is until you cried out how the brachiosaurus in the sad scene was the same one from the very first one. then, he understood, and continued to rub your shoulder sweetly, not bothering to mention how you might have just made him a jurassic park fan.

felix has the entire movies memorized. you know that post on this website that says "i'm gonna watch shrek," and it's just the op replaying the movie through their head because they've watched it so many times? yeah, that's felix with jurassic park. he knows the lines, the jokes, the LORE. he had a 16 year hyperfixation on jurassic park, and he wasn't going to let it die! he's watched it so many times, that when you say you wanted to watch the recent ones, he can't help but say yes, like an excited puppy. i think felix has a good grip on his emotions during movies (or he's like me, where i dont understand something until AFTER i finish the movie) so he doesn't cry when he watches it but once he finishes the credits, the waterworks start.

and when he saw you crying about (in his opinion!!!) the most gut-wrenching scene in cinema, he felt his own tears bubble up, pulling you close to him. he's cried over this scene multiple times by himself, but now, he had someone who would understand where exactly he would be coming from. it was a nice comfort.

jisung... oh, boy. jisung definitely got the film spoiled for himself on twitter or youtube or something. he's not a die-hard fan, but he was planning on watching it soon! (it's been almost 8 years, bud, and it's still on his to be watched list). jisung was upset, and wouldn't open the app again until you sat down and watched it with him. jisung is a crier, he cries to movies, even when they aren't sad. but when they are sad, oh my god! he changes his entire personality to match that movie. he will never shut up about it.

jisung cried before your own tears spilled; the music, the shadow that reflected against the smoke. omg, he was breaking down. seeing him cry so hard, made you cry! well, him and the poor brachiosaurus made you cry. you were both hugging each other as you cried, jisung hiccuping about how it wasn't fair and that he would've went back to save them. he cried for the rest of the night,

seungmin is a lot like minho in a sense. he finds the scene rushed, so he couldn't find it in his heart to cry. seungmin watched the movie already, and he knows what happens. he knows it's sad, but he honestly can't find his tears for the scene, even when he first watched it. the scene to him felt sooooo rushed that he kinda just sat there, staring at the television screen, waiting for it to end.

but, he knew you were crying, so he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket back over your legs and let you cry. he didn't have any comforting words to say since he couldn't even cry at the scene, but you were happy he even hugged you for the scene!

jeongin isn't a die-hard fan, or a casual enjoyer. he saw the movie once and called it a night. he didn't have any words to say or not about it. when you asked him if he wanted to watch it with you, he agreed, only because he wanted to spend time with you, and he had an excuse to hold you. i think jeongin doesn't honestly remember the movie, so he has to watch it multiple times to even remember, which is why he isn't much of a die-hard fan.

jeongin was crying by the time the scene came up on the screen, and he turned to look at you as your bottom lip quivered at the scene, your eyes pouring the liquid from your eyes. jeongin hugged you tightly. no words exchanged, only warmth, to give comfort to one another. after his second and third watch, it seems like every time he watches it, he cried like a baby each time. (me with meet the robinsons)

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kpopblurblog · 2 years

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[5:53 pm] a heavy sigh slips past lee know’s lips as he borderline glares at your bedroom door. you haven’t left your bed in days despite your mutual friends’ pleas. despite his pleas. he really didn’t want to have to do this, but you were making this difficult. minho’s long legs moved towards your bedroom door. nimble fingers wrapped around the doorknob and began turning it while minho mentally prepared himself for the state you and your room would be in.

you had clothes everywhere along the floor. beside those was a graveyard of forgotten projects and hyperfixations. your desk had half eaten bowls of food from days ago that minho was certain had mold growing in them. but those were trivial compared to how you were curled up beneath the two weighted blankets you owned, back to the door in an attempt to look asleep so he wouldn’t bother you. but minho didn’t buy it. he knew you and, even with your erratic sleep schedule, he knew you were always awake around this time. with a final sigh, minho made his way across your room with careful footsteps, eyebrows knit together in determination.

once he reached your side, he called out to you in a soft voice, “c’mon, bub, lets get you something to eat.” you gave no response. the panicked thought that you had finally decided enough was enough crossed minho’s mind before he heard a heavy sigh make its way from where you lay.

“alright,” minho shook his head, “you leave me no choice then.”

you let out a gasp when cold air suddenly hit your bare skin. a yelp followed when you were suddenly being lifted in the air and thrown over your roommate’s shoudler.

“minho!” you gasped as once again traversed the graveyard of old clothes and hobbies on your floor with you still over his shoulder. despite the fact that you knew minho would never drop you, your fingers dug into his shirt on instinct and a whimper escaped your throat. once out of your room, minho quickly made his way to the couch with you. he gingerly set you in your spot on the couch, quick to cover you in one of your favorite blankets. he moved over to the cat tree in the corner and retrieved his three feline children, bringing an armful of cat floof for you to cuddle. though doongie was the only one to stay in your lap for cuddles since you were his favorite human.

“wait here,” minho told you, voice barely above a whisper. he was acting as if you were a wild animal, ready to fight or flee at too loud of a sound or too sketchy of movement. a voice at the back of your head hissed at you while minho darted off into the kitchen, whispering in your ear about how your roommate was probably sick of you already and how he probably thought you were a waste of space.

minho ploppped down a variety of various bowls on the coffee table in front of you, the smells of them making your stomach twist with hunger. “i’m-,” you began only for minho to shove a spoonful of kimchi soup into your mouth. you stared at your roommate wide eyed for a moment and he began to worry he’d crossed a line. but once he saw you chewing, tears beginning to fall from the corners of your eyes while you shakily asked for another bite of food, he knew this was a good decision.

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hyunjinniesgirl · 2 years

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sunday morning - h.js

i woke up feeling soft as fuck for han so this lil blurb was birthed. i am so down bad for bf han. . .

thank you so much to everyone that read and interacted with my first hyunjin imagine!! i hope you enjoy this one as well :3 i want to write more on this blog so feel free to send in any requests/thoughts ab the members!! hard/soft thought, mtl, etc. are all welcome :3

wc: 974

pairing: fem!reader x idol!han ft. bbama!!

genre: tooth rotting fluff af

warnings: food

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The distant sound of slippers padding across your hardwood floor and accompanying click clacks stirred you out of your slumber. Glancing up at the clock without moving, the clock read 9:50am. It was rare that Jisung woke up before you, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

“Go, Bbama! Jump on y/n!” You heard Jisung whisper shout from down the hall. Smiling softly, you wrapped the plush white comforter tighter around yourself, pretending to still be asleep to humor your boyfriend.

At Jisung command, you heard Bbama’s clattering quicken until you felt the cuddly dog on top of you, licking at your face with no remorse. You pretended to jolt in surprise before embracing Bbama and kissing the puppy all over.

“Good morning, little cotton swab,” you cooed scratching the dog’s belly, making it melt into you. “And good morning, handsome. I didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

You stretched your arms out to make grabby hands at your boyfriend who was leaning against the doorframe of your shared bedroom, the in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants adorning his body making you go wild even this early in the morning. His at-home attire paired with his “messy” hair made you want to wrap him up under the covers with you.

Pushing off the doorframe, Jisung made himself comfortable on the side Bbama wasn’t taking residence, gathering you up in your arms as you both watched the white fluff ball squirm excitedly.

“Look at that,” Jisung said softly. “My two babies!”

You giggled, slapping his chest lightly. You relaxed into Jisung’s hold, his strong arms wrapped around you while you closed your eyes, your head resting against his firm chest. The morning sun shone through your wide window, illuminating the space you shared with the love of your life. You let the warmth wash over you, sighing in content at the feeling of your boyfriend behind you.

Without a word, you pulled Jisung’s head down so his lips would meet yours. The kiss was slow, allowing you to feel every movement of his lips on yours. As cliché as it sounded, you felt the world stop whenever you kissed Jisung like this, slow, steady, and unafraid of him disappearing in your arms. Jisung always felt like a dream, the only difference being you never had to wake up.

Being with Jisung wasn’t always easy. At first, there were rocky moments in which Jisung would fail to meet your needs. He used to come home just in time to see your eyes flutter closed for the night, making him so mad at himself for getting carried away with Chan at the studio after hours. Or the times that you were offended that Jisung never invited you to the dorms. You knew better to be jealous of the members because his love for them will always be different than his love for you, but you couldn’t help but feel like Jisung was embarrassed of you or that he didn’t hold you in high enough regard to be around some of the most important people in his life.

Over time and with work, however, these conflicts shrunk and eventually dissolved into nothing. Now here you were, enjoying a slow morning with the man of your dreams. Being with Jisung always felt different compared to your past partners. No one had ever made you feel so safe the way he does. Even when he’s far away or busy with his hectic schedules, you never felt his absence.

“What’s going on in your pretty little head, princess,” Jisung mumbled, pulling away to kiss the top of your head. You were so beautiful, he thought, with your disheveled hair and wide eyes looking up at him.

“I’m hungry,” You groaned, thrashing your head around so much you could feel Jisung’s rumble in his chest when he laughed at your movements.

“Good thing I made my specialty!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, pushing you slightly off of him to stand on his feet. At his movement, Bbama jumped up and ran in circles at Jisung’s feet. “Potatoes, eggs, and chicken breast!”

You stifle your laugh at his choice of breakfast but he had been working out more so what did you really expect? After all, chicken breast is a great source of protein.

“Do you think it’s too late to have breakfast at Minho’s dorm?” You asked jokingly, wiping the remaining sleep out of your eyes and following him to the kitchen.

When you finally reached the kitchen, there were no potatoes, eggs, and chicken breast, but rather stacks of pancakes accompanied by a toppings bar lined up on the counter.

“Something sweet for my honey,” Jisung said, handing you a plate with three pancakes on it.

“You’re such a cheeseball, Ji,” You jokingly whined, snatching the plate from him. Planting a loud, wet kiss on his cheek as a distraction, your other hand reached to the bowl of Cool Whip behind you and smeared it across his other cheek.

“Yah!” He exclaimed, feeling the cold substance on his face. You quickly placed your plate down before attempting to run out of the kitchen.

You weren’t fast enough, however, because before you could make it past the threshold, two strong arms wrapped around you and spun you around. Jisung retaliated by coating his lips in Cool Whip, planting sweet kisses all over your cheeks and nose. Bbama ran in circles around the two of you, confused at the chaos but also feeling slightly left out.

You both cooled down at your kitchen table, still giggling like children. Between giggles, you shared kisses with Jisung. Your kisses tasted like strawberries, cream, and Nutella, the sweetest kind of kisses. Jisung swore he saw a sparkle in your eyes when you looked up at him, and so long as that sparkle never faded, he knew that you were his forever.

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thank you so much for reading!! please like, comment, reblog, or shoot me an ask if you liked it!!

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soobnny · 10 months

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instead of sorry, i love you — han jisung. established relationship. making up after a fight. inspired by that jisung voice message (0.7k words)

Han Jisung is like draped curtains, falling flat and leaning his back against the wooden door of your shared room.

He’s been like this for an hour, after having made the mistake of ignoring you for the entirety of the afternoon. It’s because he doesn’t like taking his anger out on you, doesn’t want you to bear the weight he carries with him.

There’s a recollection of his past relationship buried in the deepest part of his brain—the screaming, the yelling, and words you can never take back once spoken.

Jisung has made a silent promise to himself to never let that happen with you. So, when he came home that afternoon, he had hid himself in the same room you’re locked into.

He knows you’re only worried, knocking on the door because you’ve always been willing to carry some of the weight with him. It’s been uttered multiple times, yet it refuses to latch into his head.

It’s hard when all he has ever known was never to burden anyone with his feelings.

“Angel?” Jisung calls out again, knees pressed against his chest as he waits for anything. A single mumble, but nothing comes.

He supposes he deserves the same treatment he had given you prior. Though, he can hear quiet sniffling. And if you don’t stop, he thinks he might cry too.

Another apology dies down before he can utter them. You know he’s sorry, has told you a million times.

“Instead of apologizing again, I’ll say I love you.” His voice is eminently softer. “Thank you for worrying about me, I love you.”

There’s shuffling from behind the door. You’re closer now.

“Really, thank you. I love you.” Jisung croaks out, head falling on his knees. Then it’s that inevitable twitch in his heart when he’s done something he regrets. He doesn’t ever want to be the cause of your tears.

“I love you so much.” His voice is still soft. “I love you immensely and endlessly and completely.”

You almost cry at the sincerity dripping down his tone, at the way his voice cracks sometimes, at the way he’s trying to conceal his own pain.

“I love you so much. I really love you.” Jisung pauses, fiddling with the bracelet you gave him on his birthday a year ago. “I love you the most in the world.”

The door opens, and he almost falls back.

“Ji…” Your face is still wet, yet your boyfriend is quick to get up, taking the back of your head and pushing your forehead to his lips.

“I’m sorry, angel.” A hand drops from your face, pulling your waist closer so he can embrace you properly. “There’s still so much I need to learn about my emotions, but I know I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

There’s snot on his shirt as another sob erupts from your throat, but he shows no signs of pulling away. Instead, Jisung runs a hand through your hair, smoothening it down as he keeps his lips on your forehead.

“Don’t ignore me again.” You take long breaths, looking up at the boy who takes your face in his hands.

“I won’t, I’m sorry. I love you.” He pushes his hands together so your cheek’s are a little smushed, lips poking out in a kiss. “Forgive me?”

“Okay.” He leans down, lips laced with sweetness as he places a soft peck on your lips.

“I completely, madly, love you.”

“Love you too.” Jisung places his lips on yours again when you respond to him. Your face is still red and warm from sobbing, but he wastes no time in littering it with gentle kisses.

There’s still so much Jisung needs to learn, but he’s more than willing to compromise with himself. He’ll do whatever it takes to grow, to better himself, so he never has to lose you.

He’ll start with ice cream and a night-long embrace to make it up to you.

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straykits · 2 years

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[ 5:32am / lee minho ]

hi friends, this is my little piece for @neo-shitty’s 24/8 collab event! it was very nice to feel part of smth hehe, even if it took me longer than necessary to get this up. anyways. 5-6am. i hope you guys aren’t surprised with the little thing i chose to write hehehe 😌

genres: friendly neighbours to ‘this could probably definitely be something more’

warnings: none, methinks.

wc: 1.6k (rounded up)

taglist: @hyuneytoast @violixs @dalkom-han @speckled-sunshine @peachy-yabbayy @smrutiisiva-13 @lixesque

the world, asleep, seemed so quiet. an entirely different being to what it was in the day. breeze after breeze kiss your cheek, brisk and cold and unforgiving.

that’s what you get, you suppose, for waking up at 5am and standing on the roof of your apartment building.

the city below you was barely showing signs of life. streetlights were still bright, constellated into a map of the many roads that made up your home. there were few windows in the apartment buildings around yours that were lit. people, silhouetted against their closed curtains, could be seen starting their day - by choice or by requirement, you didn’t know.

you hear the metalic creak of the door hehind you opening, and a hiss as the cold hits the newcomer. as they near you, you turn your head, and you’re greeted with the smell of hot chocolate.

“you’re insane,” minho says, his brows furrowed against the cold. he’s bathed in the blue of early morning and the shadow of his hooded jacket. his breath is visible before him momentarily before it fades away. “it’s freezing and you’re standing there like you’re immune. i can’t believe you do this every day.”

not every day, you want to protest, but you know by now how futile it would be.

so instead, you take a hot chocolate from him. “did you make this yourself?”

“yep. using the instant powder.” he takes a sip of his own, struggling against the hotness of it. a painful gulp later, he nods affirmatively. “tastes cafe made, i must say.”

with a scoff of laughter, you turn back to the cityscape. warmth seeps from the cup into your fingers, and you imagine it travelling up your arms and warming up your body.

the sky was still dark, it’s blue hues deep and lonely, waiting for the warmth of sunrise. clouds littered the sky; you had gone to sleep to the sound of rain, it’s calming pitter-patter leaving you worried that the plans you had for the following morning would be unachievable.

for the first time since moving in, you had run into minho while returning from enjoying the early morning sky. he had been about to leave for his morning run - a crazy idea, you had informed him, to have anytime before 7am, but he had refuted that you were doing something quite similar.

“and why are you returning home at this time? don’t tell me-” he had wriggled his brows, his meaning clear in the way his lips lifted into a grin and his eyes sparkled with tease.

“no, of course- of course not! i’d at least be dressed better, if that was the case,” you replied, gesturing down at your layers of sweaters and jackets. “no, i was- looking at the stars.”

your neighbour had frozen at those words, his face furrowed in confusion. “…at this time?”

“some things are only viewable at certain times,” you had explained. “I’ll show you sometime, if you want.”

minho had nodded his head slowly, contemplation on his face. “sounds like a date?”

and although you had rolled your eyes, bidding him farewell as you entered back into the warmth and comfort of your apartment, you stood here with him now.

“so... anything in particular that we’re looking for?” minho moves to stand next to you, elbows on the railing and hot chocolate held securely over the street below. “i can see the stars, but they don’t look any different to how they do most nights.”

indeed, the stars twinkled above, and minho was right. they didn’t look too different to how they did the last time you were up here.

but then again, you thought, wasn’t that the beauty of it? of most things? that they look the same, that they don’t seem to change, and yet people are still so drawn to them?

“did you know that some of these stars are planets?”

“is this a pop quiz?”

ignoring minho’s deadpan expression, you scan the sky for the brightest star.

“do you see that one? the one that’s really bright-” you freeze, glancing over at your companion to find his attention trained on the ground. you whack his arm. “stop pointing at the streetlight!”

feigning hurt, minho rubs his arm as he pouts at you. his eyes quickly turn skyward, however, and follows where your finger is pointed to.

“yeah, i see it.” he pauses, and you imagine him squinting at the star. “it really is bright.”

a small thrill fills your chest - something about sharing the things you know and the things you love with someone always made you happy, no matter the time of day. “that’s venus!”

the joy must have been plainly obvious in your voice, for minho turns to you with a slight smile on his lips, his brows creased in the middle, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to make of your excited tone.

biting the inside of your cheek, you mumble an apology.

“no,” minho shakes his head. “don’t apologise. that was surprisingly endearing.”

he says it so casually, so effortlessly, as if he was simply commenting about the colour of the sky.

you gulp, scanning the windows in the building opposite for something to focus on. “’surprisingly’? what’s that supposed to mean?” you mumble. he probably didn't mean anything by it, you knew,

you aren't sure if he had heard your words or not, for he sniffles and shakes his head vigourously , as if such an act could ward off the cold.

"so, venus, huh? the planet? that's... pretty cool. who'd have known that you could see the planets from here." minho turns, his back now against the railing and head tilted up at the sky. the hood of his padded jacket falls back and his hair blows about. he raises a hand, pushing it back.

it was a futile thing, for the wind blew it back into a mess, but something about the gesture makes your stomach flip, and you turn back to the sky.

a moment of silence passes between the two of you, and your ears finally hear past the wind, zoning in on the sound of cars below. people really are starting their day at this hour, and yet you and your neighbour are still watching the night sky - or, the early morning sky, really.

"so?"

“…so?”

“well…?” minho starts, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “continue to dazzle me with your facts - that is, on the assumption that you have more facts about the stars.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, all too aware that minho's eyes were trained on you, his head slightly tilted away from the sky.

when you turn to glance at him in return, he nods encouragingly.

and so you dazzle him.

minho stands silently next to you, nodding and humming as you feed him information about the sky. he listens attentively the entire time, asking questions when you seemed out of things to say, and following your finger as you point different things out to him.

“….and, although you insisted, i really think i’m rambling,” you mumble, the words followed by a nervous laugh.

minho turns to you with a confused smile, eyes bright. “and you can keep going, you know. i like hearing you-”

“the sun’s about to rise.”

you couldn’t let him finish that sentence. why? you weren’t even sure. but the way your ears were starting to ring and your stomach was feeling like you were standing on the edge of this roof with no railing… it was scary.

the good kind of scary, you knew, but scary nontheless.

minho’s face falls briefly, and he regains his composure so quickly thatyou almsot think you must have been seeing things. he looks away, looks to your left, where the sky was slowly starting to brighten.

“huh.”

it’s all he says, and you instantly regret cutting him off.

“well,” minho opens and closes his mouth, and when he speaks, the hesitance is almost inaudible in his voice. “if sunrise is soon, why… don’t I go grab us some food, and we can watch the sunrise together?”

ah, maybe you hadn’t overstepped a line. the regret and anxiety in your stomach eases.

you turn to him, brow raised and lips trying to fight off a grin, the cause of which you barely even knew yourself. “weren’t you just complaining a few minutes ago about how cold and unbearable it was up here?”

he raises his hands in defense. “well, i never said it was unbearable. maybe the company really makes the difference.”

“why,” you gasp, hand splayed dramatically against your chest. “i’m honoured to be called good company.”

minho shakes his head, chuckling so lightly you might have missed it had the hood of your jacket been pulled tight around your ears. with a start, he pushes himself up off the railings and starts backing away, towards the door. “I’ll see you back out here in fifteen?”

you nod as he reaches the door, your chest warm. as he turns back around, the sound of morning birds reaches your ears for the first time that day. you were almost certain that if you turned towards the eastern horizon and stripped away the cityscape, the familiar oranges of sunrise would be visible.

“it almost sounds like a date,” you manage, your ears suddenly warmer than they were before.

a twinkle in his eye, minho grins at you from the door.

“almost,” he says teasingly, before slipping away.

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oddinarylani · 8 months

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𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ↴

✞ 𝓸𝓽8.

'we hardly ever hug' w/ best friend skz.

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✞ 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.

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1:14 am.

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7:12 am.

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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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only love can hurt like this

pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin warnings: angst, heartbreak, some questionable feelings, mild language, words: 2,440 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL a/n: tbh this is more changbin based but bang chan appears at the end. i mean what is an angsty story without a little bit of drama right? so i wanted to write a part 2 asap because idk but i have been wanting to see how this ends too! haha enjoy

The horizon bloomed into a pastel orange glow, slowly the world around you came alive. Wives and girlfriends kissed their loves and wished them a good day. Yet, here you were still processing what happened with your love.

The vibration of your phone on the desk in the corner hummed you out of your trance. You looked over for a moment and knew it was Bang Chan for the 50th time.

The phone went silent for a few seconds before vibrating again, indicating yet another voicemail. The sun finally made it’s big entrance, giving you an instant headache. You shut the curtains and crawled into the still made hotel bed.

The hotel room was dead silent, and dark like a tomb. Just the sound of your phone vibrating again in LED illuminated corner. The phone went silent again. “1-2-3-4" you counted quietly, and the phone vibrated again.

You shut your eyes tightly, fighting back the tears that tried to come up. It wasn’t until the hums filled the silence once again that you broke into sobs. Your heart wanted to run to that corner and answer, but your mind said “it’s over, move on.”.

You must have cried yourself to sleep, because when you opened your eyes, it was almost 8:30 at night. You sat up and looked around in the pitch-black room. You turned over and switched the light nearest the bed on. You turned back forward and saw Bang Chan sitting at the edge of the bed. You rolled off the edge and shot up in a pitch-black hotel room.

You jumped to your feet, and turned on the nearest lamp. The entire room was empty, just the sound of kids running down the hallway. You looked at the hotel clock on the bedside table, the screen flashed “9:45pm”.

“it was a dream” you assured yourself. “just a dream.” you added.

Your stomach grumbled with hunger, you looked around and spotted your phone on the desk. You walked over and scooped up your device.

Plopping down on the bed, the screen turned on 78 missed calls, and 77 voice mails. 87 texts and over 100 notifications from your social media accounts combined.

You swiped on the screen and tapped the “clear” option. Opening the suggested restaurants binder the hotel provided you skimmed through finding the perfect place that would satisfy your cravings.

Opening the phone dial, you saw out of the 78 missed calls, 76 were from Bang Chan and 2 from Changbin. Your hand started to shake from nervousness. You wanted to call him and let him know your location, but you knew he would bring Bang Chan.

You put your cell phone down, and contemplated your next move. Looking over at the bedside table you focused on the hotel phone. You crawled over to the table, picking up the receiver you pressed the “0” and dialed the front desk.

“front desk?” the worker answered “are cell phones considered long distance?” you asked “only if the company isn‘t local” they replied. “okay, thank you.”

You hung up and picked up the receiver again. “you pressed the 9 button and punched in the number” the phone line hummed, you could feel your heart pounding. Finally the line picked up.

“hello?” the voice asked groggily.

“Changbin?” your voice almost whispered.

“y/n?” he sounded a little more alert. “where are you? Where's your phone?” he asked panicked.

“i’m fine, I'm totally safe.” you replied. “i saw your missed call.” you leaned against the bedframe as you sat on the floor.

“where are you?” he asked again.

“i-” you looked around at the sanctuary that was your hotel room. “- I don’t want anyone to know.” you sadly replied.

“what do you mean by that? What's going on? Why are you doing this?” he started shooting his questions out one after another.

“Changbin” you interrupted him. “please, can you respect my choice.” you pleaded.

Changbin sighed loudly and finally agreed. “can you at least tell me where you are? So I know you’re really safe?” he begged.

“i checked into a hotel, and that’s all I am going to share.” you replied.

“how long are you going to stay there?” he asked.

“until, I figure out my next move I guess.” you sighed and looked up at the ceiling. The line was silent, you could feel the question creeping up and finally you just asked.

“have you talked to Chan yet?” you asked.

“he never showed up today.” Changbin replied. “Felix and I went over to the apartment but he wasn’t there either.” he added.

“where is he?” you sat up straight.

“relax, Felix found him and he is staying over at his place.” he replied.

“am I doing the right thing?” you asked Changbin, “i feel like, it is but- also that it’s not.” you confessed.

“i can’t tell you if it’s right or not.” Changbin replied. “that’s something you gotta figure out for yourself you know?”

You nodded as if he could see you, “I’m hungry, and I know it’s late but do you want to meet up and get something to eat?” you asked and wiped your tear away.

You both agreed to meet up at the park a block away from your hotel, the best thing about it was three other hotels were nearby and you knew he couldn’t guess yours was the one a block over.

You sat at the park bench and smiled as you seen Changbin approaching you. You stood up and were immediately wrapped in his embrace.

“I’m glad you’re safe.” he mumbled and squeezed tighter. “i just wish you would have told me where you are staying, because this isn’t safe to meet here at night” he added.

“most restaurants are closed.” you changed the subject. “so, I was thinking convenient store picnic?” you grabbed his finger tips and pulled him towards your direction.

Changbin smiled at your enthusiasm and walked along with you. The both of you walked to the nearest store. After making your selections and warming up your food you both found a spot to eat.

“it’s almost 11:30 at night Changbin, how do you feel that instead of sleep, you are here with me having a convenient store picnic?” you smiled pretending to interview him.

“i feel like, I should have stayed home and stayed asleep” he teased.

You both chuckled and turned back to your food. “but, I'm glad I came.” he looked at you and smiled.

The both of you finished your food, and cleaned up your area. The both of you exited and headed towards the park again.

“can I just walk you back to your hotel? I don’t want you to be out here alone at this time.” Changbin pleaded as you neared the park.

You looked in the direction of your hotel and back at Changbin. “uhm-sure.” you finally agreed. You weren’t exactly sure why you changed your mind, maybe you were still dizzy from when you and Changbin shared your food with one another, or maybe it was the peach drink you bought that tasted a bit sugary.

You both walked down the block and made a left, you could feel your hand instinctively reach for Changbin’s.

He didn’t say anything as you laced your fingers with his and guided him towards your hotel. You could feel his palm heat up in nervousness as you squeezed his fingers.

The both of you shared a snack cake you bought at the store, taking a bite each as you walked. You wiped the crumbs from you mouth and slowed your walk.

“this is me.” you pointed to the hotel. “it’s home for now.” you shrugged.

“looks very comfortable” Changbin joked, you could feel his hand squeeze yours making your stomach flip.

“anyway.” you dropped his hand and turned to him. “pinky promise me into secrecy that you will not reveal my secret location to ANYONE” you extended your pinky.

Changbin chuckled at first and then grinned. “what if I get kidnapped and they torture me into giving it up?” he joked.

“even then.” you giggled.

Changbin shook his head and finally cuffed his pinky around yours. “if I do get kidnapped you better come find me.” he added.

“i pinky promise” you laughed.

The both of you loosened your pinkies as your hands fell down, below your waists, but you both held on.

Changbin looked at you, with a soften expression. Like he wanted to tell you something.

“Good Night Changbin” your lips pulled into a soft smile.

“this is the part where you kiss like in the movies” your inner monologue interrupted your thinking.

“Good Night” he replied and let go of your hand, your heart stopped for a split second, feeling a light ache as he stepped back and turned around.

Maybe you were reading his signals wrong, or maybe you watched one too many romantic comedies with Seungmin. All you knew was this moment shouldn’t have been feeling like this as you watched him walk back towards the park.

You found your phone on the bed where you left it earlier. You picked it up and turned it on. Scrolling pass Bang Chan’s text folder you found Changbin and opened a new message board.

“let me know when you make it home safe.” you texted and pressed send.

You immediately bit your thumb nail as you waited for the “delivered” to say “seen”. Your heart pounded as it changed and the text bubble appeared.

“ok” the message simply read.

You felt your heart sink; you immediately regretted the entire night. “of course, he found this weird.” you scolded yourself. “you literally just broke up with his best friend a day ago.” you tossed your phone onto the edge of the bed.

You turned to your side and hugged the hotel pillow, this time the regret wasn’t about possibly making a fool of yourself in front of Changbin, but was that not even a day after you ended things with Bang Chan you were already out and feeling things for his best friend.

Chan gave you two incredible years, full of love, respect and loyalty.

Your phone buzzed and you sat up grabbing it to see it was a message from Changbin.

“i’m home. Good night y/n ❤️” the text read.

You smiled and pressed a heart emoji as a reply.

Looking at the clock, it was nearly midnight. Bang Chan hadn’t sent any messages or called for almost 12 hours now.

Holding your phone above your face you laid down, and scrolled to find Chan’s text folder. You opened the folder and all texts went from “delivered” to “read”.

The entire message board was filled with “i’m sorry.” and “please come home, let’s talk” messages after the other.

The text bubble appeared at the bottom, you held your breath as it moved, showing Chan was typing. The bubble went away and after a long minute appeared again.

“sweet dreams” was all that came through. You closed out of the message app and locked your phone.

You turned your phone screen down and snuggled into the covers.

You were woken up by the hotel phone ringing. Your eyes forced open as you fumbled for the phone, finally finding the receiver you answered with a groggy voice. “hello?”

“good morning, we have a gentleman down here asking for you, is it okay to send him up?” the concierge replied.

You looked at the time it was nearly 7am. “sure.” you replied. “okay, thank you.” the concierge replied and hung up.

You sat up and stretched. “why is Changbin coming by so early?” you wondered as you got up and opened the curtain.

The door knocked, as you started to boil some coffee in the machine that the room offered.

You walked over and opened it with a smile that soon faded as you were greeted by Bang Chan.

“Chan?” you gulped.

His eyes were tired, and his face was pale like he hadn’t been to bed in days.

“how did you-” you stopped immediately regretting telling Changbin where you were at.

“i been trying to call you.” he stood by the door. “i really want to talk about this.” he pleaded.

“there is nothing to talk about Christopher” you replied coldly. “it’s over, and I mean it.” you turned away so he couldn’t read your expressions.

“is that why you were out with Changbin last night?” he sniffled and pulled out his phone. He showed you the screen you turned to see that Twitter was flooded with pictures of you and Changbin last night.

“have you really moved on that fast?” Chan’s eyes welled up.

“no, that is way out of context-” you protested. “is that why he came over that night we broke up? And tried to argue and fight me?” Bang Chan interrupted.

“no, chan I swear-” you attempted to explain.

“now it’s Chan? Is it Chan because you’re caught?” he put his phone in his pocket.

“if you will let me explain-” you raised your tone.

“what’s the point? You're only going to lie more.” he turned to leave.

“what happened to you want to talk about this?” you followed him.

“we did talk about it.” Bang Chan looked over his shoulder, “i was talking about the photos of you and Changbin, not our relationship you ended for him.” he turned and reached for the door handle.

“i won’t be at my apartment until this weekend, you can collect your things, I want it all gone before I come back. And leave the key.” he coldly added and walked out of the hotel room.

The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you inhaled a shaky breath, the tears were now streaming down your face.

You hurried for your phone and logged into your social media, the photos were everywhere. On every platform.

You opened a new message to Changbin and typed furiously. Your thumb pressed send before you could stop and read your message.

“I guess pinky promises don’t mean shit to you. Please don’t contact me anymore. I want nothing to do with you, Bang Chan or anyone else!”

You finally exhaled the deep breath you took and choked out a sob. Your phone notification “binged” loudly.

You looked it was a text from Changbin. You opened the message but refused to read the text. You locked your phone and threw it across the room.

Burying your face into the pillow, you sobbed uncontrollably, you once felt like the luckiest girl, and now you were in a hotel room, sobbing your eyes out into a goose feather pillow.

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