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Chapter Twelve - Houston, Felix Has One Problem

↳ Pairing: Felix x OC / Hyunjin x OC (later)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to friends (idiots) to lovers (probably still idiots), high school au, college au, non-idol au

↳ See Chapter One for summery and blanket warnings

↳ Chapter warnings: Perv Felix (if you squint), poor guy can't catch a break, I think that's it?

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Notes: Sorry this took so long! School, work, you get it!

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THE GOLDEN SUN shone down on the gaggle of exhausted teenagers as they stood in the middle of the park at six-thirty in the goddamn morning. Eunbyeol found herself regretting asking Jisung for help with the project because that meant they had to follow his schedule. He insisted that sunrise would get them the best lighting, and now that they were in position along the river Eunbyeol could sort of understand. She’d tried desperately to talk him out of it, but Jisung put his foot down. Something about wanting to make his girl look as good as possible.

The girls stayed over at Jiho’s parent’s house so they could wake up at four-thirty in the morning to do hair and makeup for the shoot. Despite Jiho and Jisung’s relationship staying strong, she shot daggers at him through her eyes as he, Felix, and Seungmin set up the lights and the camera. Eunbyeol wondered if the makeup they all had on hid the dark circles under their eyes or if it would be obvious in the video how exhausted they all were.

After the party, Jisung kept to his promise and sat with Eunbyeol and Jiho at lunch for a couple of weeks and joined them for study sessions so he and Eunbyeol could brainstorm ideas for the video. Seungmin occasionally joined them for brainstorming sessions, but he mostly lurked in the massive group chat with all ten of them in it. Jeongin, while he couldn’t come to help until later in the day, proved himself to be an active member in the creative process since he insisted on tagging along for a few study sessions. He even went location scouting with them a few times and helped them choose the spot by the river. He planned on joining them later with another camera so they could split up to get individual shots of the girls.

Thankfully, Felix kept himself out of it as much as he could and Eunbyeol appreciated it. He didn’t help with the creative process and he never responded directly to her in the group chat. After everything that happened at the party, Felix could barely make eye contact with her. Not that she necessarily wanted to make eye contact with him, but he was right about one thing. Neither of them had any idea what was going on between them, so Eunbyeol did the only thing she knew how and withdrew as much as she could from the situation. The air between them before the competition had been practically electric, both of them eager to take the other one down. After everything that happened between them, Felix opted to keep his distance.

Some things hadn’t changed. The only words shared between them directly were mostly in class, polite formalities or academic discussions when they were forced into groups to talk about the subject being discussed in class. Eunbyeol didn’t know how to talk to him for some reason and he couldn’t seem to find the words either. She couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to her in the bedroom, about deciding what they were. She hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to come up with an answer.

Eunbyeol watched him as he checked the lighting in the camera and waved Jisung over to double check it. The two boys talked between themselves for a minute, murmuring quietly. Their words were drowned out by the chilly morning wind, but Eunbyeol figured it was mostly technical speak anyway. She watched as Felix’s plush mouth moved as he spoke. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, practically tasting the remainder of peach soju she’d tasted all those weeks ago.

Eunbyeol shook her head, snapping her head back into the present and sighing heavily when she remembered all of the reasons he made her blood boil. Eunbyeol had to remember that she didn’t like him for a reason. She didn’t like him because... he was completely and utterly confusing. Her eyes narrowed at the thought. Eunbyeol could say for certain that she didn’t like the way he talked, and his laugh was like nails down a chalkboard to her ears, and his smile made her want to gag. Thankfully, today would be the only day for the rest of the summer where she would have to deal with him. Oh, the things she put up with for Jiho.

“Who’s fucking idea was this?” Chohui muttered from where she sat on the ground as they waited for the boys to finish rigging the lights.

“I promise if we get a couple of decent shots in this lighting then we can take a coffee break, okay?” Jisung murmured from behind the camera where he and Felix were peering carefully at the screen. “Seungmin-ah, see if you can make the left light a little dimmer. We want to get them mostly in the sun.”

“Got it.” Seungmin hurried obediently to adjust the light.

“Also I think we need to make their backwash light a little bit brighter, so they don’t disappear into the background.” Felix added.

“Where did you guys even get these lights?” Ah Joong glanced around at the three small but powerful LED lights perched on tripods and positioned strategically around the area.

“This, my friend, is what it looks like when...” Jisung paused to lean back and survey the scene in front of him, peering between the girls and the display on the camera, “... the arts are funded. Felix, what do you think?”

“I think...” Felix looked closer at the camera for a few seconds. “I think this looks great and we need to get going.”

“Alright, perfect. Places!” Jisung called. “I hope you girls stretched this morning.”

“What do you take us for? Amateurs?” Ah Joong smirked playfully as she made her way to her starting position.

“Are you ready? Seungmin-ah, cue the music!” Jisung lifted his finger in the air and pressed a button on the camera. “Action!”

Seungmin pressed a button on his phone and the song immediately began to play through the portable speaker placed strategically out of shot. The girls slipped into action easily, playing to the camera as if they did this sort of thing every day. Jisung kept his eyes on the camera to make sure everyone stayed in frame but Felix found his eyes drawn towards their expert movements. He cleared his throat when the girls started into the first chorus and he looked away, suddenly cursing himself for agreeing to help on this dumb project. He already had to deal with the awkwardness between him and Eunbyeol in class, not to mention the awkward third-wheeling when he hung out with Jiho and Jisung. On top of that, it was difficult to fully participate in the group friendship in the group chat with all of them in it. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have Eunbyeol snap at him in public, so to speak.

The distance between them was unfortunately necessary. When he woke up that morning to find her essentially in his arms with her hand on him, his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. In the morning light with sleep softening her features, she looked dazzling. Her eyelashes fanned perfectly across her face and her hair was soft under his fingertips. He’d dreamt about waking up next to her for months and he could hardly believe his luck. Felix knew she hated the idea of sleeping next to him, but for a moment it almost was like he could live in a fantasy world where they could be comfortable together. To wake up with her within reach was something he’d only ever dreamed of. Why did he have to want more?

Because he wanted more, he had to keep his distance. Because even though kissing her with fire made him warm in all the right places, the moment he kept going back to was after the kiss when he held her in his arms. Because, for that moment they spent together in each other’s embrace, Felix crossed a threshold from which he couldn’t return. He couldn’t take being her punching bag anymore. It hurt more to know that their feelings for one another were complete polar opposites. She hated him and he... liked her a lot, to say the least.

The song ended before he knew it and Jisung waited for a few seconds as they looked into the camera intensely. Finally, he pressed a button and called:

“Cut!” Jisung applauded and Felix and Seungmin joined him. “You girls did great!”

“Oh, thank god.” Chohui sighed, relaxing her shoulders immediately. “That dance is exhausting.”

“Was that good? Did we get the only shot we needed?” Jiho clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at her boyfriend.

“Unfortunately not. We’ll need to shoot a second take for the establishing shot anyway, but I don’t know if this one is any good” Jisung frowned at the camera and waved Jiho and Eunbyeol over. “Come watch this and tell me if you see it.”

“Damn. Okay. Take five, get some water.” Eunbyeol called to the others and followed Jiho behind the camera to watch. “Was it the lighting?”

“No, the lighting looks great. I’m a genius in that regard. Just watch.” Jisung pressed play and the girls crowded closer to get a good look.

With that, Felix made himself scarce. The other girls were all scattered around the area, sitting on the ground or by a nearby bench. Unfortunately, several large bags of various equipment and other supplies took up the bench itself so there wasn’t enough room for anyone to actually sit on it. A large blue cooler sat next to the bench and Felix flipped open the lid and plunged his hand into the ice. Felix rummaged around for a few minutes until his hands were loaded with four bottles of sports drinks. He nudged the cooler closed with his elbow and made his rounds, distributing the electrolyte-rich drink to each girl.

“You’re a life-saver.” Ah Joong thanked him as she took one from his hands.

“It’s the least I could do.” Felix grinned and passed the last one to Minjeong.

“I think you’re a lot sweeter than some people realize.” Ah Joong glanced in the direction of the camera pointedly, but Felix pretended not to understand.

“Really, I’m just glad I can help out! I know how important this is to Jisung.”

“Come on, it literally took him blackmailing you to get you to do this. You really must want your crush to stay secret.”

“I would have done it anyway. Honestly, I’m glad that I have such close friends here in Korea. I was worried I would be an outcast because my Korean isn’t great.” Felix admitted slowly.

“It’s surprising you’re not closer to Eunbyeol, then. I know she lived in Australia for a few years and is fluent in English. She should have been someone who was easy to relate to.” Ah Joong mused. “You two have a lot in common.”

“Yeah, I thought so too at first. Turns out we don’t have as much in common as you’d think. She’s never been that interested in talking to me anyway.” Felix shrugged.

“Admittedly, I’ve not been talking to you because of your rivalry with her, but you’re not as bad as she makes you out to be.” Ah Joong admitted, lowering her voice to a whisper in case the girl in question could hear them.

“If Jiho and Jisung keep dating, I’m sure we’ll see each other a lot more often.” Felix grinned.

“By the looks of things, I don’t think those two have any intentions of breaking up anytime soon. They’ve been long overdue.”

“Jisung told me he used to like Eunbyeol, so I’m glad that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.” Felix whispered with a grin.

“Oh, that was ages ago. Eunbyeol wasn’t into him at all so his crush fizzled out pretty quick. He still cares about her and all, obviously, but he’s clearly more obsessed with Jiho.”

“I swear...” Felix laughed. “If I have to sit through one more rant about how perfect Jiho is, I’ll rip my hair out. Jisung talks about her all the time. I’m a little jealous, honestly. I wish someone would talk about me like that.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I’m so tired of hearing about it, but I’m happy for them. You know, I’ve been meaning to ask-” Ah Joong started.

“Girls!” Eunbyeol called the group. “Let’s run it again, okay? There was someone in the background of the shot the whole time but they’re gone now. Let’s go!”

“The grind never stops.” Ah Joong groaned, setting her bottle aside and holding her hands out for Felix. He gripped her arm instinctively and helped her rise to her feet. “It was nice talking to you, we should do this again sometime.”

“Likewise.” Felix nodded.

Felix made his way back to the camera where Jisung was messing with the focus settings. The girls got into position and Seungmin checked all the lights. Felix’s eyes drifted past the camera against his will and his gaze fell on Eunbyeol as naturally as if he was looking towards the light. Her eyes seemed to twinkle in the morning glow, but he also figured it came from the bright smile on her face as she talked with Jiho about something. Jiho whispered something into her ear and Eunbyeol laughed out loud, the sound carrying around the area as clear as a bell. Felix’s heart leapt into his heart and he shook his head and turned his attention back to the camera.

Once the girls were set, Jisung called action and Seungmin pressed play on the song. The dance began and Felix averted his gaze on purpose. After how the dance affected him the first time, he had no desire to deal with that... issue again. Felix wasn’t confident in his ability to conceal it as well with the others around and no immediate access to privacy. However, he admitted that he wasn’t sure he would even encounter that problem again considering how Eunbyeol acted around him these days.

It wasn’t that his feelings were gone. In fact, even being here to help Eunbyeol made his heart climb into his throat. It was torture enough to sit behind her each day. He watched her laugh and talk with Jiho and Jisung and pretend, for the most part, that he didn’t even exist. He watched Eunbyeol chew a piece of strawberry bubblegum in third hour every day and apply chapstick before the start of each class. Felix wanted to join the conversion, or ask for a piece of gum, or offer her a new tube of chapstick when she ran out. Instead, however, he waited passively. He could see the gears turning behind her eyes whenever she looked at him. Felix didn’t know what was worse: having a negative relationship with her or not having one at all. He wondered if she had the same dilemma.

The dance progressed and the sun climbed a fraction higher into the sky. Felix glanced up as the golden rays peeked over the building and added an amber wash to the scene. Jisung’s lips pursed but he didn’t call for the end of the shot. Felix focused on the expressions of the girls, who didn’t seem to blink at the appearance of a new light source. Felix knew that one shot with consistent lighting was vital to the editing process, but he had to admit that the ever-rising sun added a flare of the dramatic.

Eunbyeol flipped her hair with the choreography and the light hit it just right. Her thick black hair suddenly glowed with golden highlights for a split second, but it was enough. Under the golden touch of the sun her skin seemed to glow. Her eyes sparkled with intensity and reflected the burning heat from above. Felix’s fingers curled into fists and his nails dug into his palms. His heart rate increased as he watched her and he had to focus very hard on keeping his breathing steady. He pressed two of his fingers to his jugular. He should have been less surprised to feel just how quickly his heart raced. At this rate, he could give Formula 1 drivers a run for their money.

Eunbyeol danced like she’d injected the music straight into her veins. Just like the first time he saw her dance on stage, she moved as if it was second nature to her. Despite the intensity in her eyes, something in them and Felix knew instantly just how happy it made her. Even with Felix’s presence it didn’t stop her from enjoying herself. Somehow, in spite of himself, a smile crept onto Felix’s lips. Something about watching Eunbyeol in her element made his heart swell. He didn’t know what she was thinking about him or their relationship or anything but the more he looked at her the more he realized that it didn’t matter.

All Felix really wanted was to be the cause of her smile. He wanted to walk in the classroom each morning and for her to smile when she saw him and hold her hand when they walked to lunch. He wanted so much more, but at this moment he only wanted her to let him be around. At least for right now Felix could be satisfied with just... being around her. His mind and his heart told him two completely different things and Felix found himself compelled to listen to his heart today.

“And... cut!” Jisung’s sharp voice abruptly cut through Felix’s thoughts. “That take was so much better!”

“Did you see the way the light hit us?” Ah Joong squealed and the rest of the girls immediately erupted into conversation, talking between themselves about things to improve during their next run.

“Get that stupid smile off your face.” Seungmin elbowed Felix in the ribs and he jumped, not realizing that the other boy had materialized next to him. “Even she will figure it out at this rate if you’re too obvious.”

“What?” Felix blinked in surprise. His face immediately fell. He hadn’t realized he was smiling.

“Don’t play dumb, idiot.” Seungmin slung an innocent arm over Felix’s shoulders. “You like Eunbyeol and it's disgusting.”

“I... excuse me? No, I don’t-”

“Give it up.” Jisung cut in with a roll of his eyes. “We’ve known since you saw her making out with Younghyun that day.”

“Come on, I’d be stupid to like her. ”

“You’re not subtle. Like. At all. I simply refuse to pretend like I don’t know any longer. Also, you know I know this so I have no idea what’s wrong with you.”

“Shit...” Felix muttered under his breath, there was no point in denying it anymore. “You’re not going to tell Jiho, are you?”

“Well I’m not going to deny it if she asks, but it’s not like we sit around talking about you all the time so I don’t know if it’ll come up.” Jisung shrugged and Felix could feel the blood draining out of his face.

“Wait, is that why you dared me to kiss her in the closet?” Felix gawked at his friend as everything fell into place.

“No, I dared you to kiss her because I thought it would be funny to see you with another black eye!” Jisung exclaimed with a dramatic laugh before dropping the act and rolling his eyes. “Why the fuck do you think I did it?”

“So did you?” Seungmin leaned in. “Did you kiss her?”

“The other option was to tell her I thought she was hot.” Felix scoffed. “I wasn’t about to do either of those things. I have no desire to be punched again. That was not fun.”

“Come on, did you do it?” Jisung peered at him pointedly.

“I can confidently say that I’ve still only kissed one person since I got to Korea.” Felix cleared his throat, hoping that the others wouldn’t catch on. He wasn’t lying.

“You drive me crazy.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “You’re obsessed with this girl and you didn’t take the opportunity to tell her you liked her or kiss her or anything? I swear, you’re gonna be the death of me. Hey, Eunbyeol-ah! Come watch this shot!”

“Ah, be right there!” Eunbyeol’s clear voice cut through the morning air and Felix immediately had to make himself scarce. “Girls, we will have to do it one more time to make sure we get some actual consistent lighting but then if we do that run well we can focus on more specific parts. That way we can conserve energy a bit since we’ll have to do another runthrough or two at school later.”

“Thank god.” Ah Joong heaved a deep sigh. “I don’t know how many times I can run this thing.”

“Jisung-ah, show me.” Eunbyeol made her way to the other side of the camera and Felix made his way back over to the pile of their bags on the bench to get a water bottle of his own.

For a few minutes, the girls sat around and sipped their sports drinks and Felix and Seungmin made small talk while Eunbyeol and Jisung watched the video. Jiho ventured over to watch as well at some point. The girls shared smiles when they got to the part where the sun hit them just right. On one hand, Felix could hardly wait to see the finished product but on the other he wasn’t sure he would survive the video. Thankfully, he didn’t think he would be part of the editing process, so he wouldn’t have to watch it over and over again. He wasn’t sure he could take it.

Eventually, Eunbyeol had the girls reset for one final take. Felix returned to Jisung’s side to help supervise the camera. The three boys made some last minute adjustments to the artificial lighting before starting another take. Jisung approved the lighting before cueing Seungmin with the song once more.

“Action!”

Despite being tired already, the girls put everything they had into one last shot. Eunbyeol stared at the camera intensely and Felix cleared his throat. Somehow, as he looked at the camera, it was as if she was staring right at him. Her eyes darkened with charisma and something inside him stirred. He swallowed thickly as he watched her. Somehow, the intensity of the dance got to him just like the first time he saw it. Just like her performance on stage, Eunbyeol looked cool and professional and she stared into the camera like she wanted someone on the other side.

Since he first saw her perform, she’d looked at him very similarly a couple of times. Once in the closet (which he did because he wanted to and not because of Jisung’s stupid dare) and a second time in the bedroom they had to share. When Felix touched her again, he could see the conflict in her eyes. Her emotions weren’t as enormous as they were in the closet but he could still see how she craved his touch, just like he’d craved hers. She’d leaned closer to him and her pupils dilated when he said all that shit about kissing her again. Eunbyeol’s body warmed under his touch and he’d wanted so badly to kiss her until the sun came up. He hadn’t actually expected anything to happen. While he might have slept with her if she’d gone with it, it was never his end goal, but he knew that she never would. Somehow, just the thought that at one point she did want him made his body react in an unholy way.

He didn’t need to be a genius to see that she didn’t feel that way anymore. The way that she’d looked at him the next morning was enough for him to tell. It didn’t help that now she practically looked right through him. Watching the camera as she stared into the lens seemed to be the only way for her to look at him. Felix would have to be okay with it for now.

“Cut!” Jisung once again cut through Felix’s thoughts and he was glad for it. Felix wasn’t going to last much longer.

Eunbyeol’s face broke out into a smile and Felix’s breath hitched. She finally called for everyone to take a break while she and Jisung worked out which scenes they wanted to shoot next. Felix picked up what she said mostly from context clues. He could barely hear a word from her mouth as he watched her talk to the others. She ran her hands through her hair in order to soothe it and Felix had to tear his eyes away to focus on something else.

“You’re so fucked, dude.” Seungmin laughed as he watched Felix become overly invested in the stray thread on his shirt.

“Shut up! Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Don’t you?” Seungmin teased and nudged him with his shoulder.

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck her.”

“Seungmin-ah!” Felix gasped as if he’d been shot. “Don’t be disgusting, I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Seungmin wiggled his eyebrows.

“What?” Felix sputtered incoherently.

“You both are so stupid. She certainly hasn’t been looking at me all morning like she wants to fuck my brains out, and it’s not Jisung either. So, that just leaves you. She’s been making eyes at you all morning.”

“No, she hasn’t. There’s no way. The last time we talked, she practically slammed the door on my ass. She wants nothing to do with me, and the feeling is starting to be mutual.”

“Please, you're in way too deep for that, Lix-yah.” Jisung spoke up, finally tearing his eyes away from the camera. “I think you need to talk to her.”

“Excuse me? Do you want to find my body washed up on the riverbank in a few weeks?” Felix’s jaw dropped.

“No. I want you and Eunbyeol to either fuck it out or do something, anything, to ease this awful tension between you. Now, I don’t know what all has gone on between you guys but I really think it’s time you two talked about it.” Jisung folded his arms over his chest pointedly. “I think I speak for all ten of us when I say this, too.”

“He does.” Seungmin chimed in.

Felix glanced over at the group of girls, who were sitting on the grass off to the side of the path where they were filming. They sat around dabbing sweat from their faces and sipping at sports drinks. Eunbyeol peered down at a folder where Felix could only assume she had the filming schedule propped open. He could practically see her mind at work as she mentally went over the dance in her head, as if she hadn’t just gone through it three times in real life. Felix could see her processing notes for the others and things she wanted to talk to Jisung about. She leaned over slightly as she produced a pen from under the folder and wrote a note in the margins. Eunbyeol’s hair fell across her face and she lifted her hand to push it behind her ear. Felix swallowed.

“I wouldn’t even know what to say.” Felix turned back to his friends.

“I dunno, maybe tell her how you feel?” Jisung suggested with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“I... I can’t do that. Our feelings for each other are polar opposites.”

“Then tell her what you want from her. Or, from your relationship I should say, and try to find a common ground.” Seungmin offered. For a moment, Felix wondered when his friends got so mature.

“For some reason, this isn’t helping.” Felix dropped his head into his hands. He pressed his palms onto his closed eyelids and watched the colored lightshow of stress flash in the dark. “She means a lot to me and I don’t know what to do. If I were to tell her how I really feel... god, I don’t even want to imagine the look of disgust on her face.”

“Eunbyeol means a lot to you, huh?” Jisung mused. “Look man, since you’ve gotten here she’s been nothing but horrible to you. Granted, you haven’t been great back to her, but it’s not like anything healthy could possibly happen right now.”

“She does mean a lot to me...” Felix trailed off, wondering if he could safely tell Jisung and Seungmin the one thing Eunbyeol didn’t want anyone to know. Would it help if they knew how they met? “Honestly... she and I...”

“You did kiss! I knew it!” Seungmin exclaimed and Felix jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.

“Shut up!” Felix hissed. “No! Nevermind, this is ridiculous. I don’t feel like talking about this with you anymore.”

“Come on, come on. Surely things between you and Eunbyeol aren’t that bad, are they? Surely you can have a conversation with her?”

“No. There’s no way. I wouldn’t even know what to say. Besides, she’s so difficult to talk to. She’s so stubborn and annoying. She absolutely refuses to see reason and-”

“Eunbyeol-ah!” Jisung cried suddenly, glancing pointedly over Felix’s shoulder. Felix’s entire body tensed. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Do you want to watch the last shot we took?”

“Sure, I’ll take a look. But I wanted to go over the schedule with you and see which shots you think should take priority right now. We’ve got a couple hours before Jeongin shows up and I wanna make sure we’re on track.” Eunbyeol explained. She shoved past Felix, knocking their shoulders roughly as she passed. Felix started to protest, but she kept her nose buried in the document she was looking at.

“See?” Felix mouthed at Seungmin, who could only shrug.

“Sure, sure. I’d love to talk with you. However, I need to take a little break and run over to the cafe to use the bathroom real quick. Then we can get right to it!” Jisung smiled innocently. “Besides, I think Felix had something he wanted to talk about.”

“He does?” Eunbyeol glanced over her shoulder at Felix for a second. “What, does he want to stick his big nose in and meddle with our project?”

“No, I don’t think that’s it at all.” Jisung kept his innocent smile plastered on his face, ignoring Felix as he tried desperately to signal that this was a terrible idea.

Felix drew a line across his throat, crossed his hands over each other to make an X, mouthed warnings and expletives, but nothing deterred Han Jisung when he set his mind to something. Jisung grabbed Seungmin’s arm and loudly claimed they were making a bathroom trip if anyone else wanted to go. A couple of the girls heard the announcement and chimed in with their interest.

“Don’t take too long!” Eunbyeol gave in, crossing her arms over her chest. “We don’t wanna get behind schedule. We only have today to shoot this thing.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Jisung dropped into an overly deep, exaggerated bow before grabbing Seungmin’s arm and started across the park towards the coffee shop they’d passed on the way in. A few of the girls jumped up to follow the boys, leaving Felix and Eunbyeol standing together on the path with only Ah Joong and Minjeong sitting on the grass a few feet away.

Eunbyeol stood there on the path, eyeing Felix down. Her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at him. He wanted to shrink away and find someplace to hide. Felix wondered how she could make him feel so small. His mind raced a million miles an hour, wondering just what he was supposed to say. He wondered if he could just bullshit something about the shot, or the dance, or the lighting, or literally anything. However, he came up completely empty. His jaw opened and closed a few times, unable to come up with anything.

“You look like an idiot.” Eunbyeol rolled her eyes. “What could you possibly have to say to me right now?”

“Look, I... was thinking that...” Felix paused in a desperate attempt to hold off the conversation a little longer.

“Just spit it out. What do you want?”

“I want... to know what you thought about what we talked about last time?” Felix blurted, speaking so quickly that it came out sounding more like one word.

“You mean what we are?” Her blunt words knocked the breath out of him and all he could do was nod. “As much as I would love to sit here and deliberate the exact nature of our relationship, I don’t have the time or the energy to talk about it with you right now. Besides, I don’t think you’ll be a fan of the answer.”

“The answer? You mean, you’ve known what you want for a while and you didn’t tell me?”

“Well, if I’m being perfectly honest, I thought I was telling you. I’ve been keeping my distance and only talking to you when necessary.” Eunbyeol shrugged nonchalantly but the action shoved an ice pick directly into his heart. “Felix, let’s be honest here. You and I? We’re not friends. I don’t think we ever have been, so why should we start now?”

“So instead you want to keep fighting with me?”

“Now look at who's making assumptions without any prior evidence. No, Felix. I don’t want to keep fighting with you. I want exactly the same thing I wanted on the first day you arrived at school. I don’t want to be involved with you or associated with you, and I don’t want anyone to know about what happened in Australia.” Every word out of her mouth was another jab of the pick deeper into his chest.

“You want nothing to do with me?”

“As if I haven’t made that perfectly clear for almost an entire year!” Eunbyeol exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “You have been obnoxious and annoying and I’m not interested in any sort of relationship with you.”

“But... wait, I...” Felix opened his mouth as if to tell her of the feelings in his chest, but the words wouldn’t come out. Perhaps it was for the better.

“I’m tired. So I’m willing to be cordial with you for the sake of doing our work at school. Plus your best friend is dating my best friend and I don’t see that ending any time soon, but I want as little of a relationship as possible.” Eunbyeol’s hands landed on her hips. She watched him sort through everything in his head. “Why is this such a surprise to you?”

“Because I thought that...” Felix started, but the words died on his tongue. Eunbyeol waited with surprising patience for a few minutes. “You mean... everything that’s happened over the last year hasn’t changed your mind? Not even a little bit?”

“Was it supposed to change my mind?” Eunbyeol blinked in surprise.

“What? I mean, no!” Felix blurted. “No! I just mean that even in just the last six months we’ve-”

“I know what we’ve done, you don’t have to remind me.”

“You’ve made it very clear that you need to be reminded sometimes!”

“I don’t need reminding now! I know what happened and I’m beginning to think that you think it meant something.” Eunbyeol’s cold stare knocked the air out of his lungs.

Felix’s feet seemed to sway and teeter under him, as if he was precariously balanced on the top of a steep and crumbling staircase and the only thing keeping him from falling backwards was Eunbyeol’s grip on his shirt. It’s like he was desperately seeking traction and only balanced on his tiptoes. Felix couldn’t seem to grasp onto her. Any time he reached for her, his fingers passed through her like smoke. He wasn’t sure if Eunbyeol had ever been tangible. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that all the times she’d been in his arms had been fleeting. He wanted to feel her in the circle of his arms and touch her skin, but she always stood away from him.

Maybe that’s all he would ever get.

“It didn’t-” Felix started to ask, but he decided against the words he wanted to ask. Now was not the time to be vulnerable. He cleared his throat, praying that he would have some strength in his voice. “If anything, I wondered if you thought it all meant something. In any case, it’s not like it was completely meaningless, but I wasn’t expecting to date you.”

“Ha!” Eunbyeol’s loud laugh made the other girls glance up from their phones to see what the matter was. “At least we’re on the same page about one thing; Lee Felix, I will never want to date you.”

Fuck.

Felix’s tumble from the top stair was just as devastating, if not more so, than his fall off the cliff and into his feelings for her. Eunbyeol let go of the fabric of his t-shirt and let him go. He knew he’d never have her, but for some reason the reality of it left him breathless. He fell free, untethered to anything and without knowing where or when he would land. Smoke billowed around him as he tumbled through the darkness. His heart crumbled to dust and he grasped for it mindlessly, but each grain slipped through his fingers and disappeared into the void.

He’d known this truth all along, but something about hearing it directly from her lips made it all the more overwhelming. White noise crashed in his ears like the waves of the ocean, and Felix dreaded the thought that he would never be able to cross over that expanse to get to her. Eunbyeol would always be worlds away.

I know you feel that way, but I don’t. I like you.

Eunbyeol-ah, you mean too much to me to just stop. I want to explore more with you. Please.

We never even tried to go at it normally, like friends. Can’t we give that a try?

Felix’s mind swirled with words he wanted to say to her, but she didn’t want to hear any of them. She would never hear him. So, instead, he said something he knew she would hear.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never want to date you either.”

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A/N: Congrats! You've reached the end of the first arc! The second arc has a lot more action and more characters we all love and adore (like the rest of SKZ lol). STAY Tuned!

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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baby-yongbok · 1 month

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

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

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

✧ Masterlist ✧

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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wooahaes · 6 months

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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lipstick stains

skz reaction: them asking you to stain them with your lipstick

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: a little bit suggestive, but mostly fluff

©daaawnnn

reblogs are appreciated!

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hyunverse · 6 months

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# SKZ TEXTS — you forgot to like his instagram post.

boyfriend!skz (individual) x reader.

fluff, text fics. a dirty joke in changbin's.

CHAN, LEE KNOW.

CHANGBIN, HYUNJIN.

HAN, FELIX.

SEUNGMIN, I.N.

#skz texts #stray kids texts #skz text fics #stray kids imagines #bang chan imagines #hyunjin imagines #lee know imagines #changbin imagines #felix imagines #han jisung imagines #seungmin imagines #jeongin imagines #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader

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bluejutdae · 6 days

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• wearing boyfriend Stray Kids’ clothes in public | OT8 x you

warnings: slightly suggestive

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 17 days

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Different ways boyfriend!Stray Kids say "I Love You"

Warnings : food, mentions of not doing well, brief suggestive in Changbin's

A/N : Been having a hard time the last little while, so I thought I'd make some texts to help me feel better. Hopefully they bring a smile to your face as well. Also if you like TXT as well, please check out my Worlds of Love series ! Thank you 💕

@mxnsxngie @maeleelee @babyboyquokka @weird-bookworm

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straykidsreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Post Date: 14th October 2022 Content: Smut Word Count: 542 TW?: Cock Warming/ SoftDom!Felix ~

Kinktober Masterlist Prompt List If you like my stuff and wanna tip, just buy me a coffee!

“How are you doing, my love?” Felix’s deep voice distracts you from your phone, looking up at your boyfriend who’s completely in a daze, eyes full of love for you.

This was a regular occurrence, Felix doesn’t stop looking at you with admiration, no matter how long you’ve been together. To him, you were literally the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he will make sure you knew that.

“I’m okay,” you briefly reply, seeing your phone on the tabletop, making your move over to him as he welcomes you with open arms, “How was work?”.

“It was fine, just need these people to leave me alone,” he giggles, smiling brighter than any future that you could possibly have.

You play with the strands of his hair that fall into his face, kissing his cheeks as he held you tight, arms around you like he was never going to leave you to go.

“Come on, let’s go cuddle,” he says, pulling you out of the kitchen into the bedroom.

This is a new routine every time he came home from work but there was something different about today.

Placing himself behind you, he pulls your up against him, your butt against his crotch as an arm is under your head, cuddling you tightly as you talked about your days.

The next minute, you heard a low growl, the feeling of his delicate fingers pushing aside your underwear under your skirt, his cock gently pressing into your little tight hole as you let out a little whimper at the feeling.

Attempting to move a little, your hips are held into place, receiving a little soft scold from Felix whose head rests above yours, mouth close to your ear as his breathing sends shivers down your spine.

“Stay there, I just want to enjoy this moment,” he lowly growls, pressing himself deeper into you as you bite your lip to hold back the moans but it was so hard to not move.

“Behave, and you’ll get a treat,” he adds, the words were enough to let that little whimper you were trying to hold back comes flying out.

Your walls tense around his warm, hard cock, loving how much he fills you up. Felix isn’t normally one to just want to keep his cock warm in your wet hole, but tonight was different.

It was a struggle for him, he wasn’t going to lie. The way you’re unconsciously tensing around him makes him moan into your ear, he knew you couldn’t help it but it was driving him mad.

“Lix, please” you whimper, biting down on his hand, soon sucking on his thumb to get him even more in the mood to do something about the burning pit of lust that you were getting from feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

“Wait a little longer, princess. I’m enjoying being inside of you. Patience,” he whispers and by god was this the hottest thing he’s ever done.

Making you wait, making you have to endure the temptations was more than enough to drive you crazy. You were sure that you were about to burst but you had to listen, otherwise, you’d know there wouldn’t be a way of getting what you want.

#kpop #kpop blog #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop kinktober #stray kids #stray kids blog #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagines felix #stray kids kinktober #stray kids felix #lee felix #felix smut #stray kids hard hours

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astraystayyh · 4 months

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the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)

“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.

“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”

“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.

“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).

“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”

“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”

“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.

“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.

“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.

“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.

“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.

it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.

“felix,” you rasp out his name.

he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”

“you're an idiot.”

“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.

“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”

“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”

“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”

“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.

“i promise.”

you believe him.

“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”

“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”

you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”

to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.

#woah i missed silly little drabbles #this is my new serotonin booster #i dedicate this to my xi #and my anny #enjoy #felix fluff #felix x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz fanfic

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causeilikelix · 2 years

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Cause I Like You update

The next few chapters are almost done and I'll be posting chapter the week of October 17th! I appreciate your patience as I slow down for a bit! This is the busiest part of the semester and I have a lot of work to do. Have no fear! Felix and Eunbyeol are doing well!

As always if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please don't hesitate to tell me!

#felix #yongbok #stray kids #skz #cause i like you #felix x oc #felix fluff #Felix smut #stray kids imagines felix #stay kids imagines

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forlix · 7 months

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𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁・l.f.

— in which you forget that your hot housemate follows you on twitter.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.1k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・roommate!felix x gn!streamer!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, flirting, kind of an smau, implied friends to lovers, humor if u count jeongin being a piece of shit

𝗮/𝗻・saw this tweet the other day and it was so painfully lix coded that i knew i had to write something asap. contains a tiny bit of gaming jargon but is hopefully comprehensible. ENJOY ♡

y/n ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ @ y/nxx

if someone brings you fresh cut fruit to your table when you're gaming, they either like LIKE you or it's your mom

11:23 A.M.・Oct. 2023・220.2K Views

bokkie 🐣 liked your post.

“My tweet?”

You read aloud the newest text in your chatroom, and your face brightens when you remember the one in question.

“Oh, about the fruit—no, it’s so true though. And I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but I have an inkling she did it to guilt trip me." You change your posture and adopt your best motherly tone of voice. "‘This is your tenth consecutive hour wasting your young adulthood in front of that damn screen. I am now going to hand deliver apple slices straight to your mouth.’ That kind of vibe, y'know?"

A slew of messages follows your anecdote, but it is a comment from one of your moderators that catches your eye first:

je0ng1n: what about the other option tho 👀

You groan at the sight of his username. “Man, why are you always here? Don't you have a job?"

je0ng1n: i’m on break je0ng1n: taking a dump je0ng1n: ungrateful bitch

You brandish a middle finger to the camera. “Hope the dump sucks."

je0ng1n: HEY je0ng1n: don’t even joke about that :(

An involuntary cackle precedes your next words. “If you’re actually wondering, though, the only person who’s brought me fruit while I’m playing video games is indeed my mother. Heartbreaking, I know.”

At this, the steady flow of messages morphs into a gallery of depressed cat emoticons; your audience never fails to impress you with their way with words.

“But if someone other than your disappointed parent is bringing you fruit,” you go on, “they might as well get on one knee in the process, honestly. That's such an adorable, loving thing to do.”

Suddenly, the words MATCH FOUND splash across your monitor, and you move your cursor to accept the game invite—only to be met with a pop-up window and a familiar error sound that grates on your ears like screeching tires.

You know how this story ends: the lights in your mouse go dark, and you look on in dejected silence.

je0ng1n: LMFAOOOOO je0ng1n: bro’s mouse definitely just exploded again

“You guessed it," you sigh. “Hang tight for a sec, guys."

Half an hour ago, you could’ve sworn you heard sneakers being kicked off, a set of keys falling against plastic. Now, you pull one side of your headphones off and roll your chair a few feet backward, calling through your half-open door: “Lix, are you home?”

You pick up on a soft clunk that sounds like metal hitting wood—the cutting board, maybe?—and then your housemate's low, accented answer bounces off the walls of your shared hallway.

“Yeah, you alright?”

“The mouse,” you say helplessly.

“Ah.” It’s not the first time you’ve summoned him for this. “Be right there.”

A few seconds later, you remember to tack on a hurried disclaimer: “I’m live, by the way!”

“I know.”

This brings a bashful smile to your face, though the expression quickly turns to one of pure dismay when you return to your desk and witness the disastrous state of your chat.

Felix has become a regular guest on your stream by now, always popping in to show you a TikTok or ask for your opinion on a new pair of jeans or simply give your camera an awkward wave—but he may as well own your channel with how completely and unequivocally he has captured the hearts of your viewers. They’re convinced he’s the sexiest person to ever grace the earth, with his chiseled features and coffee-colored eyes; with a grin that could set entire estates on fire and a voice that could scrape the nadir of the Grand Canyon.

Do you agree? Absolutely.

Do you have any intention of voicing this sentiment, so long as you’re splitting rent with him? Absolutely the hell not.

Another of Jeongin’s messages—GET ME HIS NUMBER OR I GET VIOLENT—inspires you to minimize the stream window before Felix gets here. It’s for the best.

A few moments later, the door opens, and the air shifts inside your room. A hand comes to rest on the top of your head; a familiar silhouette appears in your periphery. There is a fond grin plastered across your face and a bright greeting sitting readily on the tip of your tongue.

But then, Felix places a plate of freshly cut fruit in the empty space to the left of your keyboard—here, he hums, the sound falling against the shell of your ear like a drop of melted chocolate. And the gears of your brain grind to a complete stop.

There is no further acknowledgment; no supplementary explanation for what he's just done. He simply picks up your mouse and gets to work.

The words of your tweet swim dizzyingly before your eyes, not unlike those halos of stars and birds that revolve around disoriented cartoon characters. And you’re suddenly, achingly aware of your roommate's arm nudging against yours as he tinkers away; of the aromas of vanilla and laundry detergent that always come with his proximity; of the heat that’s risen to your face, and the plethora of questions that have surfaced to your mind.

A soft huff of laughter follows a gentle utterance of your name, and you snap out of your trance. Felix’s eyes are glinting with amusement when you meet them.

“It’s been recalibrated,” he says, handing back your mouse. “Just give it a few minutes.”

Your fingertips brush over his palm when you accept the object, and even this blink of contact has your heart performing an elaborate hopscotch routine across the plane of your chest.

It’s either your mom, or…

“Thank you,” you mumble, finally retrieving your larynx from the bottom of the Atlantic.

“Anytime,” Felix returns, and you know he means it. “You need a duo, by the way?"

“Yes, please.”

He gives you a warm smile at this, and there’s a hint of something else—something new—in the curve of his lips. “Give me two.” And he’s gone as quickly as he'd come.

You will never know how Felix slips his phone out of his pocket the second he emerges from your room, his pulse hounding his ears as he turns a nervous gaze upon his screen.

There is now a supersonic blur of messages saturating your chatroom, a colorful cacophony of moving emotes and capital letters, but he is focused wholly on the person in front of the camera and how you slowly lift a hand to your mouth, deathly silent despite your every viewer demanding your comment on the matter, your sanguine cheeks visible even through the gaps of your fingers.

That is all he needs to know.

Felix sinks into the leather of his gaming chair and bends to power on his computer. Only after a deep breath blows past his lips does his smile start to stretch into a grin, every bit as embarrassed as it is relieved.

je0ng1n: no way je0ng1n: no fucking way je0ng1n: my heart fluttered je0ng1n: wtf je0ng1n: how’d you pull HIM??

y/nxx has removed je0ng1n as a moderator of this channel.

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other works here. thanks so much for the support ♡

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baby-yongbok · 4 months

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BFF SKZ!Fake Texts - You accidentally send them a spicy photo❤️

Genre: Smut with some chunks of fluff

✨️Masterlist✨️

Warnings: Felix is super sweet, Cursing, Seungmin goes straight into dom mode, Mentions of breaking traffic rules (I feel like ya'll know this but please be a safe driver. please)

Chan

Minho/ Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

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daceydeath · 27 days

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A Work Proposal Masterlist

Pairing: O8T x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content All parts of this piece are strictly 18+ and contain explicit material reader discretion is advised and the author will not be responsible should prior warnings be ignored.

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career.

Intro Part 1 (Chan x reader) Part 2 (Chan x reader x Changbin) Part 3 (Hyunjin x reader) Part 4 (Han x reader x Felix) Part 5 (Jeongin x reader) Part 6 (Seungmin x reader) Part 7 (Lee Know x reader) Interlude (Chan x reader) Part 8 (Felix x reader) Part 9 (Changbin x reader) Part 10 (Hyunjin x reader x Felix) Part 11 (Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) Part 12 (Changbin x reader x Han) Part 13 (Chan x reader) Part 14 (Han x reader) Part 15 (Changbin x reader x Felix) Part 16 (Jeongin x reader)

Taglist is now closed xx

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jj-one · 1 month

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STRAY KIDS + POSSESSIVENESS ! 🩹 ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: dom!skz x sub!fem!reader, established relationship, husband!changbin bc why not ? genre/tags: smut, angst, fluff (tbh it's only changbin's part), jealousy, exhibitionism, voyeurism, lots of degradation, mentions of crying, marking, manhandling, bondage play, piv, unprotected s*x (do not try this at home kids), public s*x, rough s*x, fingering, nipple play, oral (f & m receiving), t*tty slapping, multiple orgasms, edging, choking, bulge kink, slight breeding kink… am not mentally ok for writing any of this words: 3.4k

**old repost from my deleted blog

BANG CHAN. His patience was a level of no other. The man just watched you flirt with his friend and didn’t mutter a single word. All the while you kept boasting about how good Changbin’s muscles looked and the movement of his biceps were leaving you in complete amusement.

Pissed off doesn’t begin to describe what he’s feeling right now. He clears his throat,

“Are we done y/n? I think it’s time we head home now.”

The tone of his voice was cold, icy like a winter storm.

The lump in your throat was stuck. You knew how much in deep shit you were for this and his silence was the main indicator.

You could feel his piercing eyes on you the whole time.

It wasn’t long before you’d end up in this position. Both arms were locked above your head by his strong hands. The tight grip he kept around your wrists was definitely going to leave some bruising.

“You’re such a dumb slut. Did all this just to get me like this huh?” His cock hitting your walls aggressively as you spasm and shake under him.

“All this to get me to fuck you the like the dumb little cockwhore you are?” He growled, “can Changbin fuck you like this?”

His pace was relentless. His cock stretching you open with each deep thrust. His harsh words cutting into you like a dagger. Your mind was blank, head full of Chan’s cock. You had to answer him though, or else he will stop.

“N-no Chan only y-yours… only you can fuck me like this!”

A smirk creeps up his face from your quavering voice. He leans forward, his lips brush over yours as if almost to kiss you but doesn’t.

“I own you y/n. Only I get to have to you, understood?”

All you feel is his cock slamming into you. The slapping sounds becoming a melody of a beat, your heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Understood.”

LEE KNOW. He hates when you act out in public. The way you tease him and get him riled up, knowing he can’t do anything about it. It gave you sense of power, you had the upper hand— for now.

You were wearing the shortest mini skirt possible, it barely covered your bum and you could feel a cool breeze slip through your crevices. You kept walking in front of him, swaying your little hips side to side, letting him watch you bend down to pick things up as he sneaks a peak under your skirt. The sight of the pink lace thong you wore was enough to make him grab you by the arm and yank you into a public restroom nearby.

Before you know it, you’re being devoured by your boyfriend. Sitting on the counter of the sink whilst he was below you, giving you a gaze that could snatch your soul. His digits sunk into your dripping cunt as he swipes his tongue across your slit. Your skirt was still on but pushed up slightly, your thong was also moved to the side.

“I can’t believe you’d go out like this and expect me not to control myself.” He rises up momentarily.

“You do this on purpose, knowing I don’t want other people looking at you.”

He laps up your juices and coats it with his face, scissoring you open with his fingers.

“Fuck… I wore this for you Minho— w-wanted to look pretty for you.” Your eyes were tightly shut, feeling the euphoria as you were close to your orgasm.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you, thrusting your hips in the air now, you whine for stimulation.

“Will you be a good girlfriend for me and cum on my tongue kitten? I want you to scream as loud for me as you can, I don’t care who hears it.” Minho was dead serious. He doesn’t care you both are in a public restroom and there’s people casually walking by. He wants everyone to know you are his.

You nod and agree to be on your best behavior for him. You know he will most likely reward you for this in the end.

“I promise, I’ll be a good girl Minho.”

Feeling your body heat surge as he inched closer to your core, pressing his tongue at your entrance. He tongue fucks you viciously while never breaking his eye contact with you.

Feeling yourself come undone from the surreal pleasure, all you want is to feel your release.

You thrash and moan as you cream on Minho’s tongue, your legs felt like jello when you climax. You let out multiple gasps for air, feeling as though you just ran a marathon.

Minho hasn’t left between your legs yet, his face still in a headlock. He wasn’t quite finished with you just yet.

“You can give me one more, right kitten?”

CHANGBIN. Being a newlywed couple felt like a fairytale dream come true. He felt incredibly lucky to have you as his wife and doesn’t stop reminding you how happy he is. He’d shower you with a beacon of compliments that would melt your heart each and every time.

You went on another vacation right after the honeymoon and it felt like paradise. That was up until a small incident occurred, it happened when you were at the pool with your husband. One of the pool goers at the resort couldn’t keep their eyes off you. You wore a sexy one piece that had cut-out details on the sides to show off your waist but you wore a sheer cover up over it.

Changbin noticed straight away the eyes that were glued to you, the eyes that were glued to his precious wife. He was livid. Almost causing a scene, he went up to the perverted man that was eye fucking you and gave him a piece of his mind. In utter disbelief of what was unfolding in front of you, you go up to Changbin to calm him down and get him to stop before he ends up actually doing something he’ll regret. His face burned crimson from anger but the sound of your voice brought him back to reality.

Things were much better in private now. Much better. Sitting on your husband’s lap in the jacuzzi bathtub felt so relaxing, his hands roamed your naked body as he placed chaste kisses all over you. He stopped at your neck to give it more attention, nibbling on a sensitive spot that made you sink right into his form. Moaning softly whilst his hands prance down to your back.

“I want to shield the rest of the world from you, only I get to gawk at my gorgeous wife.” Changbin says possessively, looking at you once he comes up from your neck.

You nod in agreement, “they can look but can’t touch!”

“No, they can’t even look, all of this is mine, mine, mine.” He plants a kiss to your cheek as his hand creeps down to your core. He prods your hole with a single digit, entering you with ease. You let out a soft moan as you part your lips slightly, bucking your hips forward. He pumps his finger into your wetness as he looks deeply into your eyes, nothing but burning desire in his pupils. He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs it in a steady motion, your swollen nub feeling overstimulated from his touch.

“This is just the beginning my love, I’m not done with you until the sun comes up.” He whispered in your ear as he drags his tongue against your earlobe. In just the jacuzzi alone, he’s made you cum several times from his fingers. Oh how those magical fingers always do wonders on you..

HYUNJIN. The room was pitch black, your vision completely impaired from the blindfold attached to your head. Your hands were bound to each other, behind your back being tied by a thick rope. You had nowhere to go and the room was pure silence, naked and touch starved, you whine for Hyunjin to do something but you were met with no answer. He was standing over you on the bed but you were unaware of any of your surroundings.

The man finally spoke, “This is what happens when you try and make daddy jealous.”

You can feel his hot breath on your neck, the sensation making you crave him even more.

Hyunjin was always the possessive type, was constantly in need of reassurance if he felt his ego was being bruised. This was situation was no different, he needed to remind you that he was the one who owned you.

He brought finger to your perked nipple, gently dragging it across to tease you a bit. A white-hot charge sent through your body as you finally felt his touch. Dripping in a puddle of your own slick from the dirty thoughts racing in your mind, he continues lightly tracing your hardened nipples; eliciting low moans from you.

Your senses were heightened from the way you weren’t able to see anything, any little touch from him making you squeal from shock.

“You like this don’t you?” He says in a condescending tone, he belittles you some more. “So pathetic, look at you. Can’t do anything but take it, so fucking helpless.”

Hyunjin loved seeing how weak you become under him, the power dynamic being completely imbalanced right now. All you could do was moan out for him, practically begging him to do more but you know he’s going to take his time with you.

“Gonna make you squirt all over this bed for me.” He says, “Won’t stop until I have you screaming and begging for mercy, which I will never give you.”

The smirk on his face was devilish, he was conjuring up the perfect plan to ruin you indefinitely.

“Hyunjin, please fuck me… please.” You push your thighs together to feel some friction but Hyunjin gets mad at this action instantly.

He brings a harsh slap to your left tit, making you jump up a bit but your body couldn’t move properly from being tied up. Your legs went back to it’s original position, spread open for him so he can get a glimpse of your dripping cunt.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do, I make the rules now.” He palms your breast and kneads it excessively.

“You are my property.”

HAN. If jealousy was a disease Han would be the first one to catch it. He really loves yet hates the fact that he has such a smoking hot girlfriend that everyone wants. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy dating you but the way some of these other guys would look at you was about to become his villain origin story.

You were so oblivious to anyone who attempted to flirt with you, you only had eyes for your man but it was hard to convince Han otherwise. The pizza delivery guy complimented how pretty you looked and when you handed him the money to pay for the food, you accidentally gave him a ten dollar bill instead of a twenty, he didn’t even care he just smiled and continued talking to you.

That’s when Han knew he had to butt in, he was listening from the couch and he knew he shouldn’t have let you be the one to answer the door. Quickly he comes up to you to wrap his arms behind you, keeping you in a tight hold as the pizza guy looks mortified now.

“You can leave now,” Han says to him in a harsh tone, “We have important business to take care of!”

Slamming the door in his face now, Han comes up from behind you to take the pizza box out of your hands to place it on the table. Soon after, a heavy make out session between you would ensue.

As your naked bodies entangled one another, you feel yourself cinching around his cock from each inch as he slides it in. Your breath instantly coming to a halt as the end of his cock crashed into your cervix. He moves with his ass up in the air as he buries his length deep inside you, the squelching sound of your wet pussy making him see stars.

“Fuck… so fucking tight for me.” Han says sounding pussydrunk off the way you feel around him.

You fall into a frenzy as he pumps his length into you harder, pounding into you like no tomorrow. The bulge of his cock could be seen inside you, moving in and out of you intensely. Grinding your hips to match his pace, you rub your clit to feel more stimulation.

“You’re so fucking hot my God…” He cooed, tiny beads of sweat now forming on the sides of his face. “Your pussy was made for me and me only…”

“Only I can make you feel this good.”

FELIX. He felt sick to his stomach whenever he saw someone else looking at you. The way people would look at you in public when he was with you made him feel beyond disrespected. This is exactly why he doesn’t bring you anywhere because his fragile little ego will be crushed as soon as another person laid their eyes on you. He couldn’t deal with it anymore, he just had to do something about it.

You were at a public park but the park was so big that it was easy to hide and go unseen behind some bushes.

Felix brought you to a secluded area and told you get on your back, you do as he says and he looks at you with the most evil grin on his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so dumb right here, right now.” Felix says in a raspy deep voice, “I will let everyone exactly know who’s bitch you are.”

You gulp once you feel his hands all over you, you wore a black slip dress which drove him absolutely mad.

“Gonna make you pay for getting me worked up like this.” You felt so small when he spoke like this to you, the sticky mess in your panties was only growing as you feel his hands go up your thigh.

“Too stunned to speak sweetheart?” He asks, giving you an alluring yet mischievous smile. You have no idea what this man has for you in store.

“N-no, I can speak-“

“Shut up.” He quickly cuts you off from saying more. “I’m the one talking right now, you sit back and take what I’m going to give you.”

You did exactly as you were told and lay back for him. He quickly unzips his pants and frees his cock from his boxers. You look at the red tip of his angry cock, the sight of his raging erection was enough to make you feel a tingling sensation in your heat. His cock would plunge into you nice and slow but once he bottoms out he’ll quickly pick up his pace, fucking into you menacingly. He brought a hand to your neck and squeezed the shaft of it tightly, you gasp for air as he choked you but it wasn’t unbearable. You close your eyes to the feeling, letting yourself be fully immersed into him. Each thrust he gave you felt like bliss as he roughly held onto your hip, fucking you like a complete maniac.

“Gonna dump all my cum into your slutty little body,” Felix continued,“you’re my fuck toy, only I get to use you.”

SEUNGMIN. Usually something like this would never get to him. However, today was different, very different. Seungmin almost went ballistic when he found out that some guy asked for your number while you were out shopping at the supermarket. He often goes everywhere with you but you were getting off work and went straight to the store to grab some things for dinner. That’s when it happened and you told Seungmin as soon as you got home. You thought he’d just laugh it off but he frowned, disproving of that guy’s actions.

“What a loser,” Seungmin says in an annoyed tone, “when they will learn to just leave you the hell alone?”

He wanted you all to himself, if he could lock you up forever and throw away the key, he probably would. Only letting you out when he tells you you can.

“They can try all they want Minnie but I know I belong to you at the end of the day.” You bring your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him and he kisses you back passionately.

“Want you to say it for me again, who’s pussy does this belong to?” Seungmin was now relentlessly pumping two fingers in you.

“Y-yours Seungmin… yours!” You could barely get a coherent word out of your mouth.

“And who makes you feel the best?”

He wasn’t letting up on making sure you know that you fully belonged to him. “We can do this all day princess… I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

This was his fifth time edging you at this point, leaving you on the verge of an orgasm but would pull his fingers out once he notices your chest floating up. He’s being so evil to you right now, as if you it was your fault for what had happened in the supermarket.

“You, only y-you! You’re the best at making me feel so good!” You babble as he rapidly moves his fingers in and out of your gaping hole.

“That’s my good little girl, now keep taking my fingers and I’ll reward you soon okay?”

JEONGIN. “You’re such a filthy slut, you know that?” The motion of needy hips were bucking into you. Your head was kept in place, completely still, on your knees and on the verge of tears from your boyfriend’s words.

You knew why you were in this predicament right now. This was all your fault and you did it all for this exact reason.

You wanted to see Jeongin’s reaction to saying you think Felix was hot. You know he wouldn’t take that comment lightly since that was one of his best friends. You wanted to see how far you could test his limits.

“You wanna fuck my friends huh?” He grabs you by the hair and furrows his eyebrows to regain more focus onto you.

You couldn’t speak, all you could do was shake your head around him as he shoved his cock further down your throat.

“Can’t even talk with your mouth full of cock, what a dumb little whore you are.”

His cock hitting the back of your uvula, causing you to make a gagging noise. Streaks of saliva creep from the sides your mouth, the messy scenery underneath him was a heavenly sight indeed. You moan while sucking his cock, the vibrations making the hairs on the back of his neck rise up. He throws his head back and keeps a tight hold on your hair, gripping you with everything he had. He thrusts his hard length into you viciously, the gurgling noises you were making whilst he fucks your face sounds harmonic to him.

“Shit…think I’m gonna cum soon” he muttered, letting out a groan as he kept pushing your face into his cock. “Yeah… just like that fuck… that’s it.”

A stream of tears came running down your face as you continued. You can feel his veiny cock twitch against your tongue as you felt hot spurts of cum fill you up now. You swallow each and every drop and milk him clean like the good girl you were. Opening your mouth wide to show it was empty he grins viciously and taps his dick against your tongue.

“You’re the biggest fucking slut…” He pants heavily.

“My biggest slut.”

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