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FIC RECS
Ok so someone in my asks box asked me for some fic recommendations and I tried to add some gradually but my asks have been so weird recently so I've had to make a new post for them!
First of all ty anonnie you words were really sweet, I hope you stay healthy too!
Also just to preface I will list sfw and nsfw recs so pls if you are a minor, do not explore the nsfw recommendations, these blogs will most likely have a mdni statement so pls respect that and don't go against that :)
Now, enjoy!
SFW
Enough for you - @mixtape-racha (poly ot8 angst comfort)
We love an angst comfort fic and this is one of my faves. Take caution reading this one and read the content warnings at the top just in case! But this one is simply amazing and I wish I wrote it the end.
The Field Trip - @dreamescapeswriting (Seungmin X reader)
Seungmin and reader are teachers in this and if you follow me you may have seen me reblog this one before bc I love it and want this, also this blog has so many imagines you will be fed for days
Warm blankets - @jiniret-writings (3 parts, hurt comfort poly ot8 x reader)
I felt so emotionally invested in this story when I read it, like I felt readers pain 😭 gorgeous
jack-in-the-box -@junicai (angst, ninth member reader)
Set in kingdom. We hate mnet. Skz are very protective and reader gets the comfort she deserves in the end, love this sm!
@hyunjinsbelovedamericano - lots of headcanons and reaction type fics on their MASTERLIST, give it a look!!
Simptober 2023 - @skz-streamer
Fluff for days!!! pookie rly worked hard on this one so go and show some love because you've got so much to read here
Skz text aus - @channiesbakery
These are so so funny I cannot cope. Also explore the other fluff posts too bc they're really cute!
More text aus - @diddybok
Same goes for this blog too, explore their other stuff!
@hannahhbahng has some rly cute fluffy reads on their masterlist
@hanjiquokkaaa check out their skz reactions! My pookie slays every time
Skz fluff fics - @wooahaes
So much fluff to pick from! I fall in love every time!
Warm milk and honey - @horanghoe (poly skz x reader)
One of my fav skz comfort fics of all time, it's so so good, recommending again bc I should
In his arms, unexpectedly yours - @cheesemonky (Hyunjin x reader series)
This is a new series which I'm excited to see my pookie write !!!
@astraysimp for dad skz!!!
Nicholas Ross - @dean-a-mean-tae (skz ninth member male oc)
Love their ninth member writings so definitely check it out if you're looking for male!oc who is the ninth!
In my past, I find you and in the future, I still have you - @yangbbokari (Chan x reader)
Heartbreaking, like so angsty but it's gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous
Princess treatment with SKZ - @j-oneproduces
Each individual member x reader has a drabble and I love it so so much, very accurate imo
@skzoologist read their imagines on their ninth member oc Bae! They also have a fic called unfamiliarity using the same oc :)
I like the view - @mirisss (hybrid ot8 skz X reader)
I rly need to reread this one because I loved what I read so far on it!!!
NSFW
Rabbit hybrid reader - @authorofdanger (hybrid skz x hybrid reader)
I've linked a masterlist, I'd recommend the fic dominance and then the first few fics which are to do with reader as a rabbit hybrid! slight warning that woojin is mentioned
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Red Moon - @lixiepeach (omegaverse series)
this is one of the first skz omegaverse fics I read and it is done so beautifully, as it says in the description of the series, it deals with more adult content than just smut, and the way it is explored is written so well, couldn't recommend highly enough!
Inked Petals and Message Tones - @leviackermanscleaningbuddy (poly smau with real life)
this is an ao3 skz fic which changed my life. I can't explain how much I love this, it had me on an emotional rollercoaster fr fr like it's amazing!
n.h.i.e mini series - @hyungszn (smut ot8 x reader)
damn this one really has me on my toes like the chapters are chefs kiss and it's such a good read!
Bold - @hyunsvngs (American footballer minsung x reader)
Wow wow wee wow. This one made my brain go brrr and evaporate and melt and wow the storyline in it is so so good too. Juno rly has such a good relationship with anonnies and moots and it's so lovely to see. A jupiter stan right here!!
Sanguis Limerence - @jl-micasea-fics (vampire skz x reader)
This is one of the first series I was fully committed to reading on this all and constantly checking. It's insanely amazing, I can't put it into words and now I wanna read it all back again 😭
waiting for us - @kkami-writes (smau poly ot8 X reader)
I'm in love with this!!! Perhaps my fav skz smau like the character development as well is really nice to see and it's an easy read if you find it easier to read it in text messages form
Anger management - @2chopsticks2eyes (minsung x reader)
This is so hot and the way the storyline progresses as well is beautiful
@1-800-shedevil I'm in awe of her and her blog. Gorgeous writer, gorgeous writing. Her posts about body positivity rly are so helpful and her words are so comforting
Sharing = caring - @cbini (ot8 X reader)
This is unbelievably good and if you haven't seen it yet? Do you even Tumblr? Love how ems has such a good relationship with moots and in answering asks too! cbinian for life
Better than revenge - @lixie-phoria (smau Jeongin x reader)
I'm so obsessed with this series so far, putting it here bc there's smut to be added in the future. But I'm in love with it so far wow!!!
#stray kids#skz#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#skz angst#straykids imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#skz fic#skz smut#stray kids smau#stray kids smut#poly skz#skz poly#straykids ninth member#skz ninth member#stray kids ninth#stray kids ninth member
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Ghosted
Chan/NinthMember!Reader, Jungkook/Sister!Reader.
So I changed the request slightly to fit into my listtle sister universe, so i hope this is ok!
Word Count: 1643 M.list
Ever since the whole fiasco with Jungkook walking in on you and Chan having sex , he’d been acting weird, almost as if he were ignoring you.
Apparently things weren’t as good as he lead you to believe after the three of you talked about the situation. At least, that’s the only reason you could think of as to why he would be ignoring you.
You stared down at the unanswered messages on your phone. The word ‘read’ was almost mocking you. Scrolling back up, the last message your brother sent was a few days ago to remind you to call your mom back.
‘Hey Y/N, we’re getting back to it!’ Han called out to you from across the practice room. The other boys were mostly ready to begin practice again, so you quickly shoved your phone into your bag and ran to join, hoping to push the situation with your brother to the back of your mind.
‘Y/N! What the heck is wrong with you today!?’ Chan called out, effectively halting rehearsal after one too many mistakes on your part. The last straw was you turning the wrong way and slamming straight into Seungmin, causing the two of you to fall to the floor, slightly winded.
‘Mistakes are one thing, but stuff like this could be serious!’ Chan rushed over and stared down at you in annoyance. Seungmin had already been helped up and was claiming that he was fine, despite holding his stomach. Chan ignored him, staying focused on you. Jumping up, you immediately went into apology mode.
‘I’m sorry I just have something playing on my mind...’ You bowed your head as you spoke, staring down at your scuffed shoes.
‘Well figure it out! We don’t have time for this!’ You felt tears sting at your eyes as Chan stormed off, but you quickly wiped them away before any of the boys saw them. You knew you shouldn’t take Chan’s scolding to heart. He was still the leader after all and it was his job to make sure you were all at your best. If something went wrong, then it would fall back on him. Didn’t mean it hurt any less.
‘Y/N? Are you ok? It’s not like you to b distracted like that.’ Felix had approached you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. You snapped out of it and tried to give him your best smile.
‘I’m fine! Just got distracted by my thoughts.’ Felix gave you a look but nodded slowly. He wasn’t convinced but decided to let it go for now, not wanting to risk delaying rehearsal longer and effectively making Chan angrier.
You pushed thoughts of Jungkook to the back of your mind and the rest of practice went on without a hitch, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid talking with Chan later at home.
Even though Jungkook still hadn’t replied, you felt better after having a long hot shower. You sat on your bed in your fluffy dressing gown, whilst you towel dried your hair.
‘We need to talk!’ Chan burst into your room without knocking.
‘What the heck Chan!? Ever heard of privacy?’ You pulled the dressing gown fully closed, just in case one of the other boys was walking past your room.
‘Nothing I haven’t seen before.’ He scoffed before closing the door behind him, and coming to sit next to you on the bed. He’s also showered and changed into comfy clothes too. You tried to glare as he reached up and pushed your hair over your shoulder, but you couldn’t stop the smile appearing at the gesture.
‘You’ve been really off lately... You want to talk about it?’ He shuffled closer and placed his hand on your bare knee poking from your gown.
‘It’s going to sound stupid.’ You sighed, shaking your head.
‘Hey, if it’s upsetting you then it’s not stupid.’ His thumb began stroking soothing circles on your knee. You flicked your eyes from your knee to his face. Chan’s eyes bore into you as he waited for your answer. You stared back and decided that it was probably best to get it off your chest.
‘It’s Jungkook... He hasn’t spoken to me since he came to our apartment.’ Chan’s brow furrowed in confusion.
‘but he seemed fine about it when he left?’ He was right. Jungkook did seem fine about the situation and even assured you as much, so why was he now ignoring you out of the blue?
‘so did I! But look.’ You pulled out your phone and opened your message thread with Jungkook. Chan scrolled through your unanswered messages, and got more and more confused with each one.
‘You see? He’s even read them!’
‘That’s messed up. Why would he do this?’ Chan locked your phone and threw it down on the bed in frustration.
‘I don’t know.’ You blinked back the tears you felt forming, not wanting to cry over the situation. Chan pulled you into a hug, knowing you needed the comfort.
‘Y/N please don’t cry over this. I’m sure there’s and explanation.’ Chan rubbed your back soothingly, though he himself couldn’t think of a reason why your brother would be ignoring you.
Chan had managed to convince you into leaving your room and having a movie night with the boys, hoping to get your mind off everything for a few hours.
Whilst you were laughing with Han at a particularly funny scene, Chan used the opportunity to sneak away and pull out his phone. He knew you would never approve of him talking to your brother about the issue, but he couldn’t carry on knowing it was effecting you so much.
Chan
Hey man, I know we haven’t talked in a while... But this is important.
Jungkook
Hey...
What’s up?
Chan
Oh?
So you can answer me right away but not your own sister?
Jungkook
Excuse me!?
Chan
You’ve been ghosting her.
She’s been really upset and it’s starting to effect her work.
Not cool man...
Jungkook
...
Chan
Nothing to say?
Jungkook
I didn’t realise she was upset..
I thought she wanted space...
Chan stared down at his phone in disbelief. He’d seen the messages you’d sent him so in what world did he think you were giving him that impression.
Jungkook
After what happened at the apartment, I thought she’d want me to be less protective.
Chan
Mate come on.
Maybe talk to her first.
Chan was about to put his phone away, but decided to send one last message to close the conversation.
Chan
And make sure to make it right with her. I can’t stand seeing her upset.
He then pocketed his phone, not waiting for a reply.
Chan quickly made his way back to the living room and slid back into place next to you, smoothly sliding his arm round your shoulders. You smiled at his prescience and cuddled into him, laying your head on his shoulder.
Not even 10 minutes later, you felt your phone vibrating as a text message came through. Pulling away from Chan, you checked your phone and your face paled at the notification.
Jungkook
Hey... Can we talk? Call me whenever you’re ready.
‘Um, excuse me.’ You mumbled and jumped up, almost tripping over Changbin’s legs as you scurried from the room. Chan looked on with a smile, knowing that Jungkook was doing as he said.
The other boys gave uninterested ‘hmms’ as you stood and tried to calmly leave the room.
You quietly closed your door and locked it, not wanting to be interrupted.
Jungkook answered after the first ring.
‘Y/N! I didn’t know if you’d want me to call you...’
‘Oppa, what’s been going on?’ You wanted to get right to the point.
‘Chan told me you’ve been upset so I wanted to explain myself.’ You were a little taken aback.
‘Chan talked to you?’
‘’Yeah. And I’m sorry you’ve been upset because of me.’ He sucked in a breath, as if he expected you to unleash on him.
‘Just-‘ You stopped yourself when you began to get angry. You took a deep breath and sighed impatiently. ‘Tell me why you’ve been ignoring me.’ You flopped down in your desk chair and leaned back. Jungkook sighed down the phone before answering.
‘After I burst in on you and chan... You know..’ You blushed at the embarrassing memory and Jungkook coughed awkwardly. ‘Anyway... I thought I was being to overbearing and maybe you wanted space.’ You pulled the phone away and stared at it in disbelief before scoffing.
‘Are you being serious right now Jungkook!?’ Jungkook cringed when you used his name. When you called him anything but oppa, he knew he screwed up. ‘You thought the best move was to ignore me for days instead of , I don’t know, fucking talking to me!?’ You were beginning to get angry again. He’d made you go through all these emotions, just because he was self conscious?
‘I know! I know! And I’m sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?’ He pleaded down the line, desperate to make things right. You once again pulled the phone away and threw your head back to stare at the ceiling.
You could hear Jungkook’s muffled word’s coming from the phone. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you lifted the phone once again.
‘If you want to make it up to me, you can start by buying me all the ice cream.’ You said, only half joking.
‘Done! Do you want to go now? We can meet up now!’ he jumped in right away with his excited ramblings.
‘Oppa it’s like midnight! I’m not going out this time of night!’ You laughed down the phone. Jungkook sighed a sigh of relief when you called him oppa again.
‘You laughed! That means I’m forgiven!’
#bts#stray kids#imagine#xreader#one shot#scenario#reaction#smut#fluff#angst#idol!au#ninth member of skz#skz#bang chan#jeon jungkook#sister fic
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STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU / JAE-LYNN
> SKZ_FIRST_IMPRESSIONS.PDF
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BANGCHAN
- when jae-lynn and chan first met, she was thirteen and he was fifteen.
- jyp introduced them to each other because he felt like chan would be a good ‘role model’ and help her with her korean
- chan’s first impression of jae :
she appeared to be (very) nervous
he thought she was shy at first, but when she would talk, he actually found her quite funny and charismatic
he knew from the jump that he wanted to always be there for her, and that he wanted to be her friend
SHE WAS SO CLUMSY - awkward but in a cute way
in a way, chan could relate to her nervousness, as he too had left home at a young age to train to become a kpop idol
he thought she seemed very driven and hardworking (and maybe a little hard on herself)
- jae’s first impression of chan :
oOGa BoOGa cUTe BOy 🤪
lol, jae actually recognized chan from the different group dance lessons she’d take up at the company, as well as from wandering the halls and seeing him in passing
she heard his name come up in many conversations, as he was one of the most talented trainees at the time
(many of the girls in her practice groups would gush over him)
at first she was intimidated by him, bc he was MUCH more popular than she was, so she felt like conversations with him must have been ‘off-limits’, bc why would he want to talk to her??
BUT when they first met, his kindness surprised her in the best way (so much so, that at points, she felt like he wasn’t being genuine to her)
in a way she viewed his presence as the light at the end of a REALLY long tunnel - a fresh breath of air
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LEE KNOW
- jae-lynn and lee know first met during a co-ed dance practice a few months before stray kids was formed.
- lee know’s first impression of jae :
he thought she was a confident dancer, but she didn’t take much serious (which lightly annoyed him, but he admired her excitement)
thought her not being able to speak fluent korean was a “red flag”
lee know : ‘yikes... oh well, not my problem 🙄’
he found her cool, but it wasn’t in his main priorities to talk to her
- jae’s first impression of lee know :
she was absolutely floored by his dancing (like her mouth was ajar)
found him to be a little aloof, but she didn’t mind too much, as she could also be like that sometimes
thought he was a very pretty boy and kept on watching him throughout the practice (I mean, could we blame her??)
she low-key hoped that he would mentor her in dancing in the future, because he seemed to be more well trained than she was
(wanted to introduce herself, but was too scared to)
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SEO CHANGBIN
- jae-lynn and changbin first met through chan introducing them at dinner one night - they were both around fifteen/sixteen years old
- changbin’s first impression of jae :
somehow he couldn't believe that the ‘super amazing’ dancer that chan would constantly speak of was the same dorky, clumsy girl that he was eating dinner with
the first time they met, she laughed at something chan had said and the soda that she was drinking shot through her nostrils onto changbin’s shirt
although the girl wasn’t SUPER ‘book smart’, he still found her to be quite bright, and to have creative and interesting thoughts
he really liked her fashion sense (emo jae)
he was pretty entertained by her height (or lack thereof) - he kept on treating her cutely, which annoyed her
he also thought that she was younger than him for the longest time (until her birthday rolled around and she made him call her ‘noona’ for the entire day)
- jae’s first impression of changbin :
to say jae was nervous to meet changbin would be an understatement
but once she got comfortable, she thought he was kind of ‘outwardly intimidating’, but on the inside she knew he was just a weirdo like she was
he was super polite to her, and even offered her his last piece of pork
slightly annoying because he kept on trying to be cute towards her
found him very well-disciplined and hard working
amidst his attempts at aegyo, jae actually found him to be pretty funny, and thought that they had similar senses of humor
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HWANG HYUNJIN
- jae-lynn and hyunjin met when chan brought jae-lynn to her first skz dance meeting predebut
- hyunjin’s first impression of jae :
💞 HEART EYES #1 💞
poor boy fr thought his heard stopped for a second when he first met her
he thought it was so cute how she was kind of shy at first, and immediately wanted to care for her as if she were a baby deer
almost as soon as she walked into the room, he introduced himself and made her feel comfortable
his mind went completely over the fact that she’d be a member of skz, and just went straight to, “ooo new pretty friend”
he found her to be super adorable, and very baby-like
but once she started dancing, he was shocked by her power and ability to dance so confidently
- jae's first impression of hyunjin :
she recognized him from passing him in the halls of the jyp building and when the different groups in the practice room would cross paths
found him to be very pretty (of course), and was honestly kind of confused by how one person could be so attractive
was pleasantly surprised to see that he wasn't JUST his pretty face, but was actually a super amazing dancer and performer too
thought he was immensely fun to be around
she found his kind gesture of welcoming her into the skz line-up to be very heartwarming
(she kinda assumed that he was only nice to her bc she was a girl, but that's another story for another day, I guess)
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HAN JISUNG
- like changbin, jae-lynn and jisung met through chan when they all went out for dinner that one night, she was fifteen/sixteen and he was fourteen.
- jisung's first impression of jae :
💞 HEART EYES #2 💞
while jae is usually the one to be intimated by people, jisung was VERY intimidated by her when they first met
he thought she was absolutely stunning and that her 'My Chemical Romance' shirt looked ravishing on her 😫😫
remembered seeing her at one of jyp's showcases, and thought her dancing and rapping were very impressive
once he got through his nerves and fought away his shyness, he and jae were constantly cracking jokes back and forth
he thought she was the most hilarious person he had ever met in his life
found her being american to be super interesting
lowkey felt like holding her hand ??
- jae's first impression of jisung :
"wow this kid is quiet" - famous last words before all hell broke loose
she thought jisung was very polite, but mostly because he was nervous
she felt like she could relate to him a lot, as her anxiety also peaked around new people
since chan had been talking nonstop about jisung (and changbin) she was excited to finally get to meet
"there is no way that this kid is a rapper"
thought his teenage appearance was super adorable, and created an interesting balance between himself and his rapper persona
once he finally began to open up, she absolutely fell in love with his sense of humor
almost instantly, she wanted to be his friend and hang out more with him
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LEE FELIX
- surprisingly, jae-lynn and felix did NOT meet though chan, but they accidentally met on a gaming chat room about a year before skz was a thing
- felix's first impression of jae :
he thought she was REALLY good at games, and always wanted her to be on his team whenever they played league of legends or any first-person shooter game
thought jae's commentary of whatever they were playing to be hilarious and would butt-in with his own comments
even after they finished their game, they would stay 'on-call' with one another
eventually he found out that she was ALSO a jyp trainee, and his appreciation for her grew more
loved how he could just talk to her about anything without fear of being judged
EVENTUALLY the two met irl and felix has clung to her side since then
found her to be inwardly and outwardly beautiful, and always enjoyed his time with her (both in-game and irl)
- jae's first impression of felix :
"WOW - that's a deep voice 😳👀"
she was super shocked when he told her that he was a '00 liner
wanted to baby him from the start - whenever they played games, she'd tank through so felix wouldn't even have to move a muscle
very much so simp, very much so "noona will do it" energy
thought his australian accent was cool and even mentioned that she had an irl friend who was from australia without knowing that felix already knew chan bc he was also a jyp trainee
liked how he would just call her at random times just to share weird ideas or to tell her about something funny that happened to him during his day
she always thought he was a super sweet boy with the most pure of intentions, and when they met irl her love for the boy became much greater 🥺💓
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KIM SEUNGMIN
- jae says that she met seungmin before they debuted during their back-to-back vocal lessons at the jyp building
- seungmin disagrees and believes that the first time they met was the day skz had their first dance practice meeting, but let's face it, neither would be able to remember even if they tried lol
- seungmin's first impression of jae :
pure confusion
why is she here???
didn't really understand why she was being added to the skz line-up to begin with, but tried to keep out of it and move on
was lowkey kinda nervous bc co-ed kpop groups usually don't sell very well
thought she dressed in very dark clothes, which he didn't necessarily like on her, but he wasn't going to say anything
he was slightly judging her the whole time, mostly because he gave her something to judge her on - not in a mean way, but in a 'do you pass the test to get my respect' type of way.
if he didn't try keeping his walls up around her, he felt like she would actually be super kind to him and be a good older sister type of figure
- jae's first impression of seungmin :
according to jae, when they met at their vocal lessons, seungmin seemed a little nervous, but was humming his practice song under his breath
he gave her a short yet respectful greeting before getting back to work
he seemed to be very well prepared, and honeslty... even back then,, his vocals were SO pretty
his readiness actually made her kind of nervous 😬
found him to appear very mature and handled for his age, and admired it. but at the same time it made her kinda sad cause he also looked super young.
jae thought seungmin was very dedicated and well practiced.
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YANG JEONGIN
- jae and jeongin met at one of the JYPE showcases around one year before stray kids.
- jeongin’s first impression of jae-lynn :
found jae to be so loud, yet she had NO parts in her group performance.
since he was performing in a group with bangchan, he knew that the two trainees were close, so when he watched the performance he kept an eye on her.
thought it was a shame that they didn’t utilize her more in the group choreo / performance.
wondered if there was a reason why they didn’t want her to center often (”maybe she’s a terrible singer, or maybe she hiccups when she tries to dance and rap at the same time, or maybeee she sweats a lot and they don’t want the audience to see or maybe—”)
chan introduced them after the showcase, and they shared a meal with each other.
jeongin found jae to be someone he could feel comfortable around, but still was intimidated by her, because she was an older girl.
- jae-lynn’s first impression of jeongin :
“I didn’t know they were making even babier babies these days!”
SMITTEN. 100%.
found jeongin to be an expressive performer during his group’s showcase performance.
jae heard of him through chan, so, similar to jeongin, she kept an eye on him.
when they were eating dinner after, jeongin seemed super calculated. as if he had to tell himself to smile at times, which kind of pulled him from the group’s conversation.
related to his self-awareness, and gave him much of her attention, creating small talk to keep him present.
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#stray kids x reader#hyunjin x reader smut#lee know x reader#bang chan scenarios#bang chan x reader#chan x reader smut#seungmin x reader smut#stray kids ninth member#minsung x reader#stray kids#tumblr polls
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Titty-Shirt! (18+)
pairing: pervert!rollercoaster operator!jeonghan x bigtiddie!fem!reader
genre: theme park au??? lmao, coworkers to lovers, kinda enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, lil crack, lil angst
description: you start your new job and your mentor, jeonghan, is the biggest piece of shit you've ever met. you swear you hate him. you swear. he's just also the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.
warnings: whew this requires a lot of warning, first of all a lot of DUBCON BEHAVIOR FROM JEONGHAN INITIALLY (we know she enjoys it to some extent, but he doesnt know), hes a sleazy perverted fuck, tiddie playing, tiddie sucking, tiddie fucking, fingering (f. receiving), dry humping, mirror sex, praise (f. receiving), dirty talk, FINGER SUCKING HNG, a lil degradation (f. receiving), meanie condescending jeonghan turning all soft for ur tiddies :(, V TIDDIE-CENTRIC IF U COULDNT TELL, belinda loves jeonghan, WEED LOTTA WEED, explicit depictions of smoking weed, high sex, this fic sounds rough but it actually has some really soft cute moments, im pretty sure thats it lmk if i forgot smth
quotes from babygirl (@joshibambi): "shove ur cock down my throat treat me like the whore i am", "FUCKING STEP ON ME", "omg hes so disgusting..... im so attracted to him"
wordcount: 13.2k
a/n: the way i raced 2 finish this before im actually moving out... ALSO thinking ab making this a series? like one for each member, the theme being "unusual jobs". like not stuff youd immediately think of like coffee shop or lawyer or ceo or whatever. like. strange jobs. would u guys b on board?
“We’re so excited to have you working with us.”
She had a mole on her nose that was hard to ignore. It was big and exceptionally round - your thoughts flitted back to your dearest Discovery Channel, and how amazing it was that nature could create such perfect spheres. The thought of your couch and your blanket and your most cherished nature docs brought upon a wave of uncertainty. You could just be lying at home, you thought.
“Happy to be here,” you smiled tightly. She was your new manager and she was short and stout and had gray hair and a lovely smile and a round mole on her nose. You tried not to make it obvious you were staring at it.
You were standing in your city’s local theme park under a long path with flower archways. People, kids and parents and ninth graders, swarmed around like bees, standing at booths and in lines to old, janky, rusted roller coasters. It was summer and you were wearing the branded shirt they’d given you, slightly too small, and the matching cap. Insects buzzed past your stray hairs and you looked up at the bright blue sky.
You needed a job, you had known, and your mom had certainly known it too, so you could only lounge around after graduating for a short while, before you opted to apply. This had been your last choice. You’d tried to become some sort of lobby-worker, tried makeup stores and even regular stores. You used to make fun of the people who worked here. But now that person was you, and standing under the archways in the summer sun slathered in sunscreen, you figured you would make the best of it until the busy season was over.
“So,” your manager, Belinda, began after a brief pause of polite nods, “new employees such as yourself are required to be trained and surveyed by an existing worker for a two-week period, but after that you get to run the rides all by yourself.”
She said it like it was something to look forward to. You tried to believe that it was.
“Of course,” you said, and once again the space between you was filled with polite and exaggerated nodding. “Need to learn first before you get to be the master.”
“Exactly!” she said. Her lipstick was barbie-pink and a little overlined on the right side. She smelled faintly of gasoline. “So we’re handing you off to one of our star-employees!”
You hummed and noticed her taking a step backwards, indicating you to follow. She began walking, trudging over the cobbled paths and shuffling awkwardly in between walls of people. You followed behind. “He’s been working here for the past two years, so he knows the place in and out.”
As you walked, passing twisting, gnarly tracks with screams emanating from them and stands with oversized, China-made plushies hanging from them, you tried to imagine what a star-employee at Caratland Theme Park looked like.
It was probably someone that loved roller coasters, maybe someone like yourself, who strived for approval and perfection, maybe someone that found a certain joy in being a good service experience for guests. Someone who was good with kids?
“So you’ll be training with him for a bit before we leave you alone with the coasters, of course, but it should be no trouble, he’s a fun guy!”
You passed by a haunted house, where a group of kids psyched each other up in the queue. Dodging a tree, you finally came up on a certain blue ride where Belinda stopped and put her hands on her hips, power posing in front of the creaky, old machinery.
The Pirate Swing. That’s what it was called, and it was a big ship attached to a huge, metal pole on each side, and it was currently swooshing up and down with a large, grating sound. You cringed at it. Belinda noticed and frowned, fingers fiddling with the edge of her shirt. “Maybe we should oil that one.”
Kids and parents were lined up at the stairway leading up to it in a parade of artificial polyester colors, and on the edge of the platform where the ship was shoveling through the air, a little booth was sat. Peeking through the frankly grimy windows, you could see him. He was slumped back in a wooden chair, wearing the same shirt as you and Belinda, and wearing big, blocky, black sunglasses.
“Jeonghan!” she called, and you saw the figure jolt. He looked briefly dazed, before he snapped his head up to peer through the glass, smiling and waving. The kids in line turned to glare at you. He scrambled up from his seat clumsily and with sporadic movement, and you both watched how he hunched over the door, shaking it in its frame before it finally let open. He took one long step out the door and was finally outside, looking down at you from the platform and leaning on the railing.
“Belinda! Nice to see you,” he breathed, smiling in a way that seemed to indicate he did not find the prior sequence of events embarrassing. In fact, he seemed to think he had the upper hand - the confidence rolled off of him in waves. You grimaced.
You could see him much better now that he was outside, not broken up by the greasy glass, and whatever you had envisioned the star-employee to look like, this was not it. He was young, maybe just a little older than you, and he was thin, with long black hair that just kissed his shoulders. About half of his face was hidden away behind the frankly humongous sunglasses on his face, but he had pale pink lips and a pronounced cupid's bow, and even though you were a little skeptical of him, the cockiness in his smile was well-received.
“This is Y/n!” Belinda said (yelling to overpower the severely loud child glee), gesturing to you, and you almost felt self-conscious when he looked over at you and smiled. “She’s a new employee and you’ll be her mentor during her training period.”
“Sure thing!” he said simply. Again with the polite nods, you thought, before you felt Belinda’s hand on your shoulder. You glanced over and she squeezed.
“Good luck, Y/n! You’re in great hands!” Now that you weren’t so sure about. Had the two of you not seen the same thing?
You mumbled a thanks and she padded away, once more dodging and weaving through huge chains of people, and you squinted after her, before you turned back to Jeonghan. He was already looking at you, a lazy smile on his lips.
“Welcome to The Pirate Swing, matey! Get up here and let me show you the ropes,” he padded back to the booth, now visibly more relaxed, as his back returned in a hunch. “I should probably stop the ride,” he mumbled to himself, pressing a button on a long controlpanel with a grid of eight buttons.
You climbed up the stairs unsurely, hand smoothing over the railing as you went. At the top you squeezed in beside Jeonghan. It was a fairly small space, just big enough for the two of you to stand next to each other. Jeonghan smiled a straight smile at you, before brushing past you to let out the dizzy guests.
“Was it a good ride?!” You heard him ask distantly, while you studied the interior of the booth.
It was reeking with a sweet herbal stench, and for a moment you might’ve chalked it up to sweat and cologne, but when your gaze danced over the grid, you became aware of a small, open ziploc of weed on the countertop, crumbs of it dotted by the opening. An energy drink, most certainly warm from the sun flowing in, was perched next to it, and you saw more cans by the foot of the wooden chair (it seemed like a chair that had been dragged in from somewhere else - it was almost reminiscent of the one from your grandma’s house).
You grimaced, looking over to where Jeonghan was waving kids off and shuffling over to let in people from the queue, a big sign for checking heights in his hand. The sunglasses, of course, you thought and frowned at the room. Luckily it seemed pretty straight forward, so maybe you could escape this Jeonghan character earlier than two weeks.
“Right,” Jeonghan clapped his hands together, pushing past you again. “This is how you turn it on,” he said and pressed one long, skinny finger to a black button that read ‘dispatch’.
Sure enough, the huge metal set to work again, screeching as it lifted a boat-full of nuclear families through the air.
“You turn it off with this other one. Usually rides just stop by themselves when they reach the end, but since we got a little shitty one today it’s manual.”
“Okay,” you said, nodding along and watching when his hand danced and pointed to the set of buttons.
“That’s pretty much it!” he said, collapsing in his chair again, sunglasses sliding halfway down his nose and revealing his bloodshot eyes.
“What about the other buttons?” you ask pointedly, arms crossed.
“Don’t worry about them, sweet cheeks,” he waved you off. “They don’t do much.”
The empty cans by his chair clattered when he reached down a hand for one, toppling over and hitting the metal flooring. You scrunched your nose in disgust.
“I like your shirt,” he mumbled, nimble fingers picking up a particular empty can. It was bent on one side, little holes pricked in it - it was a makeshift bong. You scoffed at him. This was the star-employee?
“We have the same shirt,” you deadpanned.
“Yeah, but I like yours better,” he grinned lazily, can now in hand, when he leaned forward to fetch the ziploc of weed. “Nice and tight.”
“You’re gross,” you spat, brows furrowed. “This is a kid’s establishment, you know that, right?”
“Ninth graders fuck here all the time,” he shrugged. You gasped, not only because it was an extremely gross fact, but also because that was not what you were suggesting. “I’m referring to the fucking weed in your hand, jackass!”
“Woah, calm down!” He shushed you, and you might’ve genuinely scared him, because he looked around each window of the booth, light cascading down his tan skin. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and you saw his knee bounce. When he’d secured the area, he turned to you with a hiss: “That’s a secret, woman! You can’t just throw words like that around.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t smoke here!” You snapped, but Jeonghan was doing exactly the opposite. Ducking down so it wasn’t totally visible from the windows, he’d placed a little nugget of weed on the grate, and was now setting it alight with Transformers-print lighter.
“This is your first day, right? Trust, you’re gonna end up being high on the job too,” he ended his sentence by placing his lips around the mouth of the can, sucking in smoke.
“That’s such a safety hazard,” you murmured, looking down at him from where you stood. He pulled away, smoke still in his mouth and you saw a twinkle in his eyes from above his falling sunglasses. Then he lunged forward and blew it into your face, a concentrated stream of weed smoke bouncing off your shiny cheeks. “Hey!”
You sputtered and spat, shoulders tense and straining against the fabric of your shirt. Jeonghan settled back down in his chair, legs spread.
“The kids love me! With or without weed!” he said, voice a little groggy from the smoke. You coughed, discontent.
“Maybe they love you because you get them contact-high,” you mumbled under your breath. Jeonghan grinned at that.
Suddenly he leaned back in his chair to study you, one hand on the can, the other taking off his sunglasses. He stared up at you with fire-red eyes and soft, long hair and a bemused grin on his lips. Seeing his full face, you gulped under his intense gaze. He was really pretty. Annoying. More annoying than pretty. But still.
Distantly, kids screamed and a constant buzz of countless conversations overlapped in each inch of the park. Jeonghan reached out a finger and poked your jean-clad hip once.
“You’re funny,” was all he said, something resembling curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah. Funny girl with the tight shirt.”
You were going to retaliate (they truly had run out of your size and had opted for this as a temporary option, it wasn’t your fault!), but Jeonghan coughed suddenly, eyebrows furrowing as he sat back up in his seat.
“Oh shit, should probably stop the ride now.”
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You thought about quitting.
You could honestly say that Jeonghan made you think about quitting, and maybe you would even have brought the plan into action, had it not been for the fact that you had been rejected from just about every other job that you’d applied to. It seemed you were stuck.
You showed up the next day in your shirt and it felt even tighter than the day prior, and the cap tightened around your scalp like you were a toy in a claw machine.
Fortunately for you, the park seemed much less crowded today. It was a Wednesday, parents were still working and apparently no one sought out the thrill of scary, old, decaying rides on such afternoons. You admired how much lovelier it was when it was still, as you walked up to The Pirate Swing.
“Hey, titty-shirt!”
The loveliness was ruined.
Jeongan was standing on the railing with someone else you didn’t recognize, long, black hair swaying out from the rim of his cap. He waved enthusiastically, watching your form slump at his words.
“Hey, Jeonghan,” you muttered, approaching the steps. The boy beside him looked mildly uncomfortable at the interaction.
“It’s a good thing you’re here, N/n - can I call you N/n?” he didn’t let you answer, simply continued talking like a telemarketer. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. Me and my buddy, Junhui, from the Beetle Bug ride were just discussing something that I think is extremely valuable to learn about this place!”
“Are you gonna teach me about the rest of the buttons?” you drawled, eyes half closed in feigned boredom (as much as you disliked him, it certainly wasn’t boring).
“No!” Jeonghan snapped his fingers at you. You noticed he had this way of smiling, that irked you. It was void of sincerity and was instead wolfish and teasing, something genuinely animalistic and mean-spirited. It was distasteful.
“On days like these-” he hovers and outstretched hand to gesture to the mostly bare land of the theme park, “- you can steal food from the restaurants.”
After just one eight hour shift with Jeonghan, you find yourself not even remotely surprised at this. You cross your arms over your chest (Jeonghan’s eyes briefly flick down to them, and you think you might actually hate him): “I have a packed lunch.”
“Packed lunches are for geeks and nerds,” he said, unbothered. “You can come along if you want to get some delicious, warm pizza, or you can stay here like a loser and explain to every kid that comes by, that you’re not allowed to give them a ride on the coaster and watch them cry until you get fired. Your choice, babe.”
“Don’t call me that,” you snarled. Jeonghan shrugged with puckered lips and the Beatle Bug guy - Junhui - scrunched his face in disgust at the two of you.
“Not gonna lie, I’m gonna go find Seungkwan,” he said, not even attempting to hide his dismay for your dynamic. He brushed past you on the stairs, hands buried in his pockets. “If you guys fuck, do it in the bathroom Chan uses!” he yelled, trudging past the pillars that held up the haunted house.
“Sure thing, Jun!” Jeonghan smiled, and you could punch him. Again that animalistic, joyful, laughing-at-you-not-laughing-with-you smile.
“What if I snitch on you?” you asked, hoping it would knock some sort of sense into him, but he only shrugged.
“Belinda loves me. Whenever she works on Valentine’s day, she cries in her office and I let her rant about her shitty boyfriends,” the visual was somehow not hard to imagine. Belinda in her office chair (you’d seen it once, and all you could say was the interior looked like something from a log cabin) and Jeonghan, 19, feeding into everything she said. “You can say what you want, but she’ll just fire you for making up rumors.”
Your brows furrowed. “That’s so concerning.”
“Nothing about this place works right,” he admitted and it was maybe the only time you’d sensed an ounce of truth in his words. “So, are you coming?”
You hesitated. You really were working up a real distaste for Jeonghan, but talking to spoiled, crying kids seemed worse than anything else at the moment. You decided you could live through Jeonghan’s lewd comments and maybe make friends with some other park workers.
“Okay.”
“I knew you loved me,” he teased, and then grabbed your wrist from the top of the steps, bouncing down and pulling you along with him. “Hey!” you yelped, but Jeonghan was, as always, unbothered.
He pulled you by a narrow walkway into the toilets, passing by a single, confused family, as you stumbled behind him. There was a fountain with a hen figurine on top, which he steered around, your arm jerking limply, as he went down a flower-walkway.
“You do this often?” you remarked, out of breath from jogging to match his strides.
“Oh yeah. Mingyu works there and he’s like 16, he lets me do anything,” Jeonghan giggled evilly, glancing over his shoulder once, and you gulped, and hated the way his eyes were so big and pretty, and the way his hair blowed softly along carvings of his cheeks.
“It’s great that you have so many people here to enable your bad habits,” you said. Whatever sarcasm you portrayed in your tone, Jeonghan ignored it, still smiling when he said: “Right?”
When you stopped you were standing on the backside of a blocky building - one of the many offers of food you provided, prices marked up to drain the suburbs of their cash. You felt something underfoot, and looked down on the gravelly, rustic pavement, only to see circa 20 cigarettes jammed in between the rocks. You scrunched your nose.
“What? You don’t like cigs?” you looked up at Jeonghan’s voice, to see him grinning cheekily at you. His eyes sparkled and for maybe just a second it was kind of attractive.
“I don’t..” you broke off eye contact. “I don’t mind, it’s just.. Is everyone here like you?”
“Sweetheart,” he tutted, and you nearly flinched at the feeling of his long fingers tapping your cheek, cool on the warming skin. You looked back up at him and he had tilted his head to the side. Why was he being attractive? Why were you finding him attractive? “There’s no one like me.”
Before you could respond, Jeonghan pushed open the backdoor, the heat of the kitchen simmering out in one brief wind, before it slammed shut behind him, and you were left, alone and dumbfounded on the stones in a mountain of cigs.
Then you scoffed.
You stood for a moment, letting the fresh air cool the inevitable warmth on your cheeks, huffing (because you were annoyed, you told yourself, not because he had just done something terribly, horribly attractive!) and puffing with your arms crossed over your too-tight-shirt.
Then you pushed open the door and stepped inside the tiled kitchen.
The room was filled with steam and it smelled like canned marinara sauce and fake cheese and most of all it was unbearably hot - so hot and humid, you felt the particles of water sitting on the fabric of your shirt. There was a decidedly oversize pot simmering with sauce on a stovetop, and on a hotplate three untouched pizzas sat; one with potato-topping, one pepperoni and one margarita.
A very tall boy was running frantically around the kitchen, three different kitchen utensils in his clenched fist like claws. Sweat was dripping down the side of his frowning face and red speckled his shiny cheeks. Jeonghan draped himself against the counter lazily.
“It’s just me today,” the boy, Mingyu, cried, “Thomas sent home the other two because there’s no one in the park, but I can’t do this alone!”
“Seems real stressful, Gyu,” Jeonghan mumbled, leaning on his hand.
“Yeah, so if you aren’t too busy, maybe you could stir the marinar-”
“That’s really great, man. You’re doing God’s work. But hey, we’re just gonna-” While Mingyu’s back was turned, the tall boy hunched over the sauce, Jeonghan limply pushed the pepperoni pizza to the edge of the hotplate with a pair of tongs. He winked at you, scooping the pizza into his open palm. “We’re just gonna head out now.”
“Jeonghan, please help me out and don’t-”
Mingyu turned around and his tortured expression dropped into one of shock, his tense limbs falling limp at his sides. Jeonghan stood, hand in the cookie jar and pizza in his palm, frozen in front of him with a sort of cartoonish ‘oopsie’-face. Steam clouded the room while you watched from the doorway.
Mingyu’s eyes narrowed and when he spoke again, his voice was lowered in warning: “Jeonghan. We’ve talked about this. Put. The pizza. Down.”
There was a moment of indifferent silence. Jeonghan contemplated.
Then he nodded, lips pursed and eyes cast down to the pizza.
“You know… I would.. But. Y/N, OPEN THE DOOR OR KNOCK HIM OUT!”
“WHAT?”
“OPEN THE DOOR.”
You did. Apparently Mingyu hadn’t seen you, because he jumped at your voice behind him, body twisting to see you just in time for you to open the door and Jeonghan came scrambling out of it like a rat. You cannot believe you just aided this man’s crimes, you think, Mingyu’s expression of horror forever imprinted in your retina, before you followed suit.
However bad Mingyu’s puppy expression made you feel, the rush of adrenaline as you bolted down the pavement under row after row of flowers and sunbeams brought forth something sinister and mean that had you giggling at your evil-doing. Jeonghan was laughing as well, and his genuine laugh was bright and bubbly and very unlike him.
Mingyu sprung open the door behind you, yelling over your shoulders: “HOODLUMS! THIEVES! YOU’RE LUCKY I CAN’T LEAVE THIS SAUCE.”
This made the both of you laugh even harder, disappearing behind another building, leading up to the chicken-fountain. You caught up to him, still holding the pizza in his open palms, now sweating and panting in between bright, heart-thrumming giggles.
“I thought-” you panted, bending at your knees and warding away the image of the betrayed Mingyu. “I thought you said he let you do whatever he wanted.”
“Yeah,” Jeonghan heaved, cheeks rosy and shiny, as he gently padded over to a bench with the pizza out like the plate in the hand of Oliver Twist. “That’s my bad. I forget he was 16 two years ago and has since then lost all respect for me.”
This made you laugh. This had your eyes squinting closed and a deep, ringing laugh bouncing up your ribcage and your throat and exploding into the summertime. Eyes closed, you missed the way Jeonghan’s face lit up at that.
“That made you laugh? Self-deprecation?” he asked incredulously, but somehow amazed.
“Oh,” you cried, opening your eyes and willing your laughter to calm. “I think it’s just the first time you haven’t been baselessly confident and cocky.”
“Baseless?” Jeonghan echoed, face screwed in poorly-concealed glee.
“Yeah,” you nodded, face also screwed in poorly-concealed glee.
“What? Am I supposed to collect, like, fuckin’ data?”
“Yeah, evidence.”
“EVIDENCE?”
You and Jeonghan went back to The Pirate Swing, splitting the pizza in the booth and every 45 minutes or so, letting guests on when they came by. He was still annoying and in all fairness he’d dragged you into his crimes against humanity. But. He was also a little funny and sweet.
And the pizza did taste better than your packed lunch.
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Two days of normal work followed.
There were too many people to really fuck around, so you and Jeonghan stayed in the booth, and you even managed to pressure him into telling you about the rest of the buttons, as well as the mechanics of the bigger machines.
Everytime Jeonghan saw you he greeted you with “Hey titty-shirt!”, equally enthusiastic each time. Everytime the clock hands read 8 PM he pulled out his weed and began smoking. Everytime he began smoking he snaked a hand on the back of your leg where you stood (still no chair!) beside him, rubbing the flesh under his palm. You shooed him away half-heartedly, then felt guilty for not meaning it. Jeonghan was a sleazy piece of shit, but his hand was warm and felt nice on your thigh. You liked to tell yourself you were just lonely or something.
“TITTY-SHIRT!”
That Saturday you came walking into work, still wearing your shirt and your cap, and was immediately alerted to the fact that something was off; Jeonghan was ecstatic.
He always had this front of joy and constant bemusement, but you’d learned to read how he yearned for his shift to end - you saw it sometimes when he gazed out of the windows of the booth, thinking you were surveying the kids. That day, he was happy. Genuinely.
“TITTY-SHIRT!” he called again, causing a family of blonde children to turn their heads in dismay. He paid them no mind, rushing down the stairs with loud, trampling steps, to meet you at the foot of the platform, before you could even settle down in the booth. He grabbed your forearms in his hands and grinned at you childishly. You couldn’t help the small, bemused smile that parted your lips.
“Great fuckin’ news,” he said, “Belinda is fucking gone. M.I.A.”
“Okay?” you grimaced, unsure of what he was getting at.
“Okay?! Do you know what this means?”
“No, not particularly,” you mumbled.
“This whole fuckin’ area,” he let go of your arms to motion vigorously to your part of the park. "Unsupervised. Unaccounted for.”
“Okay?”
“Okay?! This means we’re gonna go shoot the shit at the arcade, come on!” He threw a hand over his shoulder to gesture to the arcade area. You frowned and crossed your arms challengingly.
“Shouldn’t we go take care of our coaster?”
“Are you kidding me? If no one is working it, people just assume it’s shut down for maintenance. Come on, this only happens, like, twice a year!” He whined, stomping his worn-down Nike sneakers into the pavement and pouting at you. You hated to admit it made your facade melt like an overpriced ice-cream in the hand of a child.
“Alright, but-”
“Yes!”
Without further nonsense, Jeonghan grabbed your hand in his, and began to once more drag you through the park. As you ran behind him, you looked at your interlocked hands and thought, briefly, that it wasn’t too bad to look at. And it felt kind of good.
“What happened to Belinda?”
“God knows, I think it was something with her kids.”
“She has kids?!”
You and Jeonghan messed around at the arcade - Jeonghan miraculously had been granted the keys to the arcade by Belinda (something about her trusting him?), and unlocked the machines and you played games with already-used coins.
First was Whack-A-Mole, then the boxing game, then those motorcycle races, and then you played the basketball game.
“I’m gonna beat you!” you squealed, throwing a miniature basketball through the hoop with a small jump. You grinned in triumph when it landed right, punching the air like a dork and turning to him with victoriously glean.
Jeonghan wasn’t even played, you realized. You’d been so caught up in actually landing the ball in the hoop that you’d managed to forgo the way Jeonghan leaned against his lane, eyes half lidded and shadowed under his cap. You turned to him, now much more aware that you’d been acting like a dork.
“Uh, aren’t you gonna play?” you asked sheepishly, blushing. You wished you’d missed how Jeonghan’s lips quirked upwards at the sight.
“No,” he sang, “I think I’m just gonna stay here and watch you play.”
You narrowed your eyes, suspiciously, and that was all Jeonghan needed before he sighed and shrugged in defeat, like a criminal caught for his crimes.
“Sorry, I just like watching your tits bounce when you get all excited,” he deadpanned. Your mouth gaped open and crossed your arm over your chest.
“You’re so gross, Jeonghan!” you said, now thoroughly uninterested in playing anymore. Jeonghan only scoffed though, to which you snapped your head back to him with an outraged expression. He smiled at you in that cheeky son-of-a-bitch way.
“Oh, don’t act like that,” he said cockily.
“Like what?”
He laughed, rolling his eyes, letting a small pause linger in the space between you. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your eyes twinkled with excitement every time he said something like this. As hot as he was, Jeonghan was a cocky, sleazy piece of shit and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Like you’re scandalized,” he said simply. You wanted to respond, wanted to defend your honor, but Jeonghan saw right through you, and he took one step forward to speak again: “Like you hate the way I talk to you. You act all innocent and nice and so uptight, but you know what?”
He took daring steps forward, one after another, until you were half-sat on the basketball machine and he stood, looming over you, surprisingly menacing despite the get-up. The air seemed to suddenly thicken and warm, tasting foul in your mouth. Then he leaned in, eyes glimmering brilliantly with amusement and that evil smile on his lips, breath hitting yours.
“I think you love being treated like a slut.”
Fuck.
He was so close to you, body heat rolling into you. You knew he saw the mechanisms of your brain turning behind your eyes, saw the fear when you realized he had seen right through you, and he smiled, and he might as well have had fucking horns.
He tilted his head, and, fuck, if every angle of his face wasn’t perfect. It was unfair. It was so unfair.
“I-I don’t-” your voice was a meek, half-hearted protest, cut off before you could even begin.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I think you do. You don’t just let any man massage your thigh, hm?”
At those words, his hand dropped onto your thigh, finger digging into soft flesh. You mewled at the feeling, causing his grin to spread wider.
“Oh, poor baby,” he pouted in fake-sympathy. “Am I making you wet?”
“JEONGHAN!”
Thank God for Kwon Soonyoung with the impeccable timing.
Soonyoung was “the pool boy” - he did not work at the pools, but he was the victim of a dunking-machine that was set up in the summertime. Kids and adults alike paid to throw balls at a big, red button that would lower a trapdoor and dunk Soonyoung in ice-cold water. You’d seen it in action and it was pretty hilarious.
At his voice, you and Jeonghan scrambled apart, his hand flying off your thigh and body twisting to back away from you, and you dropping off the machine and landing flat on your feet, blushing wildly and somewhat out of breath.
Soonyoung, the poor boy, was sprinting through the park, stopping awkwardly where you and Jeonghan had been standing. He was out of breath and had a wild look in his eyes, like he was being chased by some supernatural monster.
“Belinda is back! Get back to your coasters!” If he’d noticed your philandering he certainly didn’t mention it, breaking into a sprint again the second the words had left his lips.
“Shit, thank you, Soonyoung!” Jeonghan yelled, receiving only a limp thumbs-up from the trackstar in response. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and the two of you ran back to The Pirate Swing as fast as your legs could take you.
Your heart fluttered at your interlocked hands again, and you stared at them, focused on them, as the world became a blurred mess around you. His warmth streamed into you.
You couldn’t even look at him the rest of the shift. Something about his confrontation stirred a mimicking phenomenon in you. Did you want to fuck Jeonghan? You did, you realized, and thus you were unable to raise your gaze from the floor, pressing yourself against the wall to be far enough away from him, that he couldn’t touch your thigh again. He didn’t. He just let your cheeks blaze and pressed buttons and talked to kids, and he even waved at Belinda when she walked by, and she smiled wide and waved back.
You went home at 9 PM, shirt too tight around your chest, and chest too tight around your heart. You simply couldn’t believe it, because not only did you want to fuck Jeonghan;
You had a fucking crush on him.
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Having a crush on Yoon Jeonghan was maybe the worst revelation you’d had in your life.
You’d kept all the things you admired about him hidden under the veil of your shirt; he was sleazy and gross and he smoked weed at work and had a certain disregard for child safety. But, and there was always a but, you realized, he was also witty and easy to talk to, and it was cute when he was happy or he got excited about something, and he was so damn charismatic, and you realized you would do anything to see him with that childlike joy again.
The worst part was that Jeonghan did not like you back. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine him liking anyone. He thought you were hot and wanted to fuck and that was the end of it. All the ways you cared about him were unreciprocated. He did not care to see you happy. He did not care for the twinkle in your eyes when you were excited. He liked your tits in your shirt and was working his fingers up, day by day, to touch you. Yoon Jeonghan did not like you back.
Three days of work passed, three days of being muted and awkward around him. Jeonghan’s shine was not dulled by your lack though. The kids loved him, Belinda loved him, and he didn’t love anyone back - just let himself be showered in admiration. He was greedy like that. He took all the love and gave none out.
On this particular day, all you did was lay in your bed before work, willing time to stop so you wouldn’t have to go. Legs flopped on top of your bedsheets, work shirt on and cap on your bedside. You waited.
You waited with a metal ball in your stomach, rolling around and causing a ruckus. It rested heavy there, rolling to and fro and grazing your heart from time to time, and it hurt.
Maybe the reason it felt this bad was because you did it to yourself. Of course, Jeonghan wouldn’t like you back. He was Jeonghan. And yet, you’d had your guard down and his effortless charms had worked their way into your brain. You wondered how many girls had been in the same exact position as you; being graced with Jeonghan’s presence, being smitten by it, and now lying in bed, realizing the admiration would never be bounced back to them.
You went to work.
In the damn shirt, you walked in through the staff-door and journeyed towards The Pirate Swing.
There were so many people that day, you could hardly believe your eyes. The queues were mile-long stretches, and every pathway was spotted with body after body, walls of families, crowds swarming like insects. It was enough to induce a slight panic.
“It’s good that you’re here, Titty-shirt,” Jeonghan said, when you walked into the booth beside him. He had a bit of a wild look in his eye and he was chewing on a banana. You stood by the door of the booth, looking out at the queue - a genuine queue? To The Pirate Swing? - as the boat swung catastrophically behind you. “We’re fucking busy.”
You hummed, then turned your head to him. He had sat down, seemingly exhausted and pouting a little.
“You brought a packed lunch?” you asked, nodding towards the banana in his hand and he looked up at you. His cheeky smile made you want to die.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I stole this from Seungkwan,” he said and you laughed, and you hated that he made you laugh. The walls of the booth muffled the loud, indistinct buzz and shielded you from the chaos. The flimsy, windowed walls had never felt as intimate.
“It’s gonna be a shitty day,” you declared ceremoniously. He grunted something in agreement, voice strangled by the now finished banana. Forever himself, he discarded the peel on the corner of the control panel, among his ziploc of weed and empty cans.
It was a shitty day.
The constant swarming of people, crying children, the non-stop screech of rusted roller coaster tracks; everything brewed together into a pounding headache, as you and Jeonghan hunched together in the booth. Beads of sweat collected on your skin, where the unforgiving sun streamed through the windows.
Around 8 PM you’d had just about enough. Your head was pounding, you were hungry, and most terribly you were sad. You were sad, sitting next to Jeonghan on the dirty, hard floor of the booth, and you could cry every time he said something snarky and lewd to you. He would never like you and you were a fool for ever letting yourself get attached.
The day was constant work, constant talking to kids and putting on an energetic front. Finally the crowd seemed to thin out. Slowly but surely, the suburban families returned home and only a few people remained, and the night time glowed soft and warm.
“Dude,” Jeonghan said, neck craned to look at his phone. With most of the guests gone, he’d finally gotten a chance to waste away on his phone, putting his mouth to his makeshift bong and smoking pot. You kept the booth-door open to let the smoke out. “Wanna go see a crowd of teenagers dunk Soonyoung? Junhui just texted me.”
You were so tired. Every inch of your body yearned to relax where you sat, cross legged on the metal floor. With dark, sunken eyes and no courtesy left, you simply shook your head.
“You sure?” he asked, eyebrows raised. You were just tired enough to miss the small frown on his lips.
“I’m tired, you just go.”
Jeonghan shrugged then and stood up. He left the bong on the floor and stepped over you to exit.
“I’ll be back ASAP!” he yelled out, and you didn’t even try to look at him, to call something witty back. You just sat.
And as if it weren’t the last thing you needed today, just thirty minutes before closing, a woman and her son strolled up The Pirate Swing. You saw them, eyes glazing with worry as you flickered your head to Jeonghan’s empty chair.
“We want a ride!” cawed the woman, holding her son by the hand. You scrambled to your feet, stuttering as you dusted off your pants.
“Uh, I-” hopeful, you looked around, hoping to see Jeonghan and his long, poodle-y hair somewhere near. The pathways were deserted. “I-I actually can’t-”
Not waiting for an explanation, the woman clucked once more: “You’re still open, aren’t ya?”
You nodded, tiredness painted thick and greasy on your face. “Yes, we are, um, open, but I-”
“Well, then give us a ride?!”
This woman was going to be the death of you. Why were they even here now right before closing? You closed your eyes, collecting yourself and mustering each ounce of patience you had left.
“I’m not allowed to because I’m new-”
“Well, where is the operator? Why are you here if you don’t know how it works!”
“He’s, uh,” your face fell, “He’s using the bathroom right no-”
You’re not even sure why you lied.
“Alright,” she huffed, strained and impatient. “Well, you just ruined me and my son’s night!”
She tugged her blonde kid by the hand and began to turn around, grumbling with a red face.
“I’m so sorry, but- it’s a matter of safety-”
“Next time just say you don’t know how to do your job!” she yelled over her shoulder, mean glare coming out over her shapely glasses. Then she was jiggling away with a pouting child.
Your mouth fell open in shock. A part of you wanted to be angry - a part of you was angry - but you found yourself weighed down and sliding down the wall of the booth with a much heavier feeling; you were exhausted.
This was the last straw for tonight, you decided, resolve melting like a dropped ice cream. Booth door half-creaked open and weed vapor in the air, you buried your head in your hands and began to cry. It was small. It was not loud and sorrowful, it was small and petty. Nothing grand about crying on the dirty floor at your workplace. Sniffles and single, wet tears and a quivering lip, all dying out in the soft glow of the fairy light decorating the park.
“Y/n?”
“Shit,” you lifted your head from your hands, wiping hard on your reddened cheeks. Jeonghan was standing in the open door, looking down at you on the floor.
“Sorry, uh-”
“Why are you crying?”
You paused, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt and effectively covering your breasts. Your breath was shaky and snotty, eyelashes coated in tears. Red patches your skin around your puffy eyes, and your lips pressed into a thin line.
Jeonghan did not look like himself when you looked up at him. It must have been a completely different person, you decided, because his features had tightened and screwed into an expression you had never even seen a hint of before: concern.
It looked so utterly foreign on his face - there was always a lightness to his expression, a joking, teasing look, but now he was frowning and his brows were furrowed and his eyes were big and red and round. It made you feel small and frail. You didn’t like seeing him like that; unwell. But it seemed that feeling was mutual.
“Um,” you began, voice hoarse and shuddering like a frail old fence-gate, that’s been slammed shut. “I’ve just had a shitty fucking day and- this woman came and wanted to ride and she was just so fucking mean when I told her I couldn’t..”
Telling it all again made you feel so pathetic, it wracked another sob from you, hurdling past your lips. You caught it in your hand, pressing it to your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut up.
God, you were pathetic.
But your heavy, heavy eyelashes blinked open and you looked up to see Jeonghan’s expression softened into something else entirely;
Guilt.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately.
“No, it’s fine-”
He dropped to his knees in front of you, now at your level and up close, so you could see every tensed muscle and every strain on his beautiful face.
“I’m sorry I left you alone,” he said solemnly and for the first time since you’d met him, Jeonghan was merely expressing his regret, not bartering for some sort of gain. His words were dripping with sincerity and it was so strange, you had to laugh.
“What?” he asked, a small grin growing on his face. That was more familiar.
“I just- I’ve never seen you so serious, it’s okay, Jeonghan, I forgive you-”
He broke into a laugh as well, rhythmic clucks dancing through the air from the booth, and it immediately cheered you up: he was beautiful and practically glowing, a small rim of light encapsulating him.
“I’m very serious, I think,” he said. You rolled your puffy, old eyes.
There was a significant pause.
Your head lolled over and your gaze landed once more on the makeshift bong by the chair, now abandoned. It reminded you of how different you were. You tried too hard because you liked when people liked you, you were a hard worker, your shirt was too tight. Your shirt was too tight and that’s what had landed you in this situation.
“Can I…” you trailed off, daring to look at him again. “Can I smoke some of your weed?”
Jeonghan’s face was practically split in half the way he was smiling. There was something akin to triumph in his eyes, but it was almost fatally overpowered by sheer, bubbling, striking adoration. It made you blush.
“Of course, babe, I thought you’d never ask,” he breathed, still smiling when he scrambled forward for the bong and stretched out his arm to finger at the control panel, finally feeling the soft plastic and snatching it down to the floor with you.
“Just put your mouth to the can, baby, I’ll light it for you,” he giggled giddily, scrambling for the lighter in his pocket.
“I know how it works,” you tried to sound stern, but you were smiling and your eyes were twinkling.
Jeonghan messily pinched off a nugget of weed and placed it on the gridded holes in the can (which he had pricked with his work badge; “Hi, my name is Jeonghan!”), and you placed it to your mouth, while he held the lighter to it.
“You’re so hardcore,” he said sarcastically, face close to yours as he flicked the lighter, sending a warm flame onto the can, so the nugget lit ablaze.
“Shut up,” you said, and then you inhaled and the flame went out and turned into a glow, and warm, crisp smoke traveled down your throat, leaving it sore and burned. It felt great.
You held it in for a moment, then exhaled, and Jeonghan watched eagerly as your chest rose and fell under the restricting fabric of your shirt.
You and Jeonghan sat side by side for the last half hour, smoking together, eyes turning red and breaths turning sour and casting laughs into the night air. There was a warm buzz in your chest, a low drum, and you basked in the proximity to him, in how the heat of his body met yours in a fierce battle, at how he caught your eye when he joked, and how he smiled when you laughed. Your responsibilities melted away; your shirt felt looser.
“We’re closing now,” you hummed after a while, somehow lighter and heavier at the same time. Your eyelids felt heavy and your cheeks were warm from giggling. Jeonghan placed his hand on your wrist, squeezing and tearing your eyes to his.
“I have such a good idea right now,” he grinned lazily and you couldn't help but echo it. His eyes were red and half-lidded, and his voice was groggy from the smoke. He had run his hand through his hair one too many times and now it was puffier, poodlier than normal. He looked so handsome, you thought, studying the tan from many days in the sun. You figured he didn’t use sunscreen.
“What is it?” you breathed.
“Come on, come with me!”
Then the two of you were sneaking from building to building and giggling indiscreetly, two hunched silhouettes becoming one with the backs of buildings. Jeonghan insisted the two of you go to the toddler playground (Sunshine Dance Club, as it were called), because, in his words: “those dumb prick security guards never bother to actually check it”. He pulled you into the pastel green, red, blue, and yellow dreamscape, pulling you up a wooden tower, where you would be shielded by the railing.
The two of you sat against the railing and waited while a security guard checked the place before closing.
The mischief had made the two of you even more giggly, scratchy throats producing choppy snickering, as you leaned into each other on the wood, breathing in each other’s air. You liked being so close to him, you thought, and you were almost high enough to just spit it out. The distant stream of light overhead revealed his pores, but you liked those too.
“Shut up, shut up,” Jeonghan whispered at one point. “I think he might be coming!”
“You’ve said that three times-”
His hand clasped over your mouth and he fought not to laugh at the surprise in your eyes. Sure enough, this time he was right, as you heard booted footsteps in the distance, and the beam of a flashlight danced across the sloping and bouncing playground.
You held your breath, not only because you feared, for the first time that night, getting caught, but also because Jeonghan had leaned so close to you, that you could see every stirred acrylic in his eye, every color of brown, swirly sundae.
Both of you stopped laughing and stared at each other.
His hand dropped from your lips.
“I have cotton mouth,” he whispered, footsteps fading away. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed or what, but the air seemed thicker and you felt heavier, like imaginary hands were tugging you down. Jeonghan was no better - you couldn’t quite place the emotion on his glowing face. He almost seemed vulnerable.
“Me too,” you whispered, breathless.
A pause.
His eyes flickered down to your lips, pink and plush.
“Can I kiss you?”
You were almost bristling for a moment in pure surprise, before you recollected yourself and nodded eagerly.
“Yeah.”
You thought his lips would smash into yours; you thought he would conquer you, because that would simply be the most Jeonghan-thing he could, to take what was his, to be cheeky and horny and sleazy.
To your utmost surprise, his hand was shaking when he lifted it, brushing so softly, so gently across the skin of your neck, resting on the back of it, cold from the icy, night breeze. His hand kissed the tips of your hair, and he gently slid it up, breath shaking, as he stared at your lips. Then he leaned in.
His lips were soft like the bouncy castle on the edge of the playground, so impossibly gentle and flowing and warm. He breathed out shakily against your skin, eyes squeezed shut. Had you seen it, you would’ve almost believed that the kiss pained him, with the furrowed brows, but you didn’t, and it wasn’t painful at all, it was just that his heart was exploding and so was yours. Tender and slow, that was what it was, and you had never thought you’d use words like that to describe him.
A moment of entangled lips, slow making out and warm air covering your skin, his hand in your hair. The Sunshine Dance Club was filled with the sound of spit.
Then he pulled away, breath still shaking, but now, less vulnerable. His lips curled into a smile, spreading that childlike joy on his face. It made you smile as well.
“That was-” he shook his head at himself, cringing. Then he restarted: “Can I show you something?”
You chuckled, cheeks heavily flushed and eyes twinkling. “What is it?”
The cheekiness returned to his eyes, as he scrambled to his feet: “A surprise.”
And once again the two of you were giggling through the park, this time hand in hand, looking over your shoulders for the security guard that by this time had definitely gone home. The halted steps over the cobbled paths echoed in the dead, empty park.
It would’ve been a strange feeling - seeing everything closed and dark and empty, every inch usually crammed with people strangely void - had you not been entirely consumed by Jeonghan’s presence. His hand in yours, his laugh, his starry eyes, his face softening when he looked at you.
Jeonghan led you into Belinda’s office (he had a key because he was her favorite, he said), allowing you to sit on the edge of her desk, while he sauntered off into an attached room. You sat there, overhead light dull and buzzing, and basked in the log cabin aesthetics. Your chest was warm.
Then, from beyond the other room, sounding much further away and thereby being much bigger than you had initially imagined the attached room to be, you heard the mechanical sound of several switches. They sounded heavy and important, having a sort of resonance that continued into your room, where Belinda’s desk chair was spun halfway.
“Jeonghan?” you called, a twinge of worry in your voice. “What did you do?”
He came jogging back into the office, all wide grinned and puffy-eyed.
“You’ll see.”
Once again he grabbed onto your hand, pulling you off the desk and barging out of the doorway.
The night air enveloped you completely, stealing you away from the warmth of the office, kissing your warm skin, as you stood on the cobble. The feeling was so great, you almost missed what Jeonghan had done.
It was beautiful.
The switches had turned on the lights everywhere. In every color imaginable, illuminating dramatically sloping tracks in the distance, fairy lights on the pathways, signs re-lit, and the whole park before your eyes seemed to have become a disco-ball, sending faint streaks into the star-spotted sky like aurora borealis.
You, now red and green and yellow and blue, let out a disbelieving laugh, smiling wide. You squeezed his hand, unable to communicate further. There was something about it that left you entirely speechless. It was an inability to overcome and conquer the lights before you - your eyes feasted on them much too eagerly.
“What do you think?”
Jeonghan was looking at you.
“It’s-” you sucked in a breath, trying to compose a sudden sincerity you felt. You looked over at him. “It’s so pretty, Jeonghan. It’s really beautiful.”
“I knew you would like it,” he murmured happily, body turned to yours. You turned to him as well.
There was a moment of silence. The two of you basked in the light and in the gentle glow and the cool night, and in each other.
“Thank you for cheering me up,” you said and pursed your lips. He smiled in a gentle way. It looked nice on him.
“It’s nothing,” he said, “we were having fun.”
The conversation lulled again, and while you turned your head back to the light show, the flickering lights and the ombre, Jeonghan continued looking at you.
You felt his eyes on you, and you turned to him, shyly: “You should look at the beautiful lights.”
He shook his head, lips twisting upwards: “No.. Not right now…” And that was all he said.
The words left a bit of a void in you, like a black hole sunk in your stomach and you turned to him curiously. Jeonghan sensed your confusion, because he licked his lips and gave you a knowing smile, and then explained.
“I wanna kiss you again, love.”
And his voice was so angelic, such a grave contrast to the boy you’d come to know, but he’d been so strange tonight. Your first kiss had been so tender, now he was looking at you and his pupils were dilated and a smirk spread across his face, and you needed to know something; just one thing, before you threw yourself at him, and gave to him, something you would not be able to take back.
“Do you just wanna fuck me?” your voice echoed off the walls of the empty park, resounding accusingly. He laughed.
“Of course, I wanna fuck you, baby,” he laughed a little, shaking his head in disbelief. You stayed staring at him, bristling. “You’re hot as shit.”
“No, I mean,” you paused, because suddenly your heart was climbing into your throat and it seemed like everything you’d worried about was true, that you were just another girl that was hexed by his charms. “Do you just wanna fuck me?”
His smirk dropped. There was a moment where all you could hear was wind and the electrical whirring of the many, many lights, draining energy from the earth by the second.
“Do you honestly think I’d do this for just any girl I wanted to fuck?”
“I-”
“I thought you were smarter than that, N/n,” his lips spread once more in a smile, but this one seemed more fitting on his face - condescending and confident. Whatever vulnerability had hung in the air was replaced by warmer, thicker danger. Was it the weed making you feel this way? On edge or excited?
“I just-” you stammered, feeling bashful suddenly. Did that mean he liked you? Yes, that meant he liked you. You had truly not even considered the possibility, not really thought it through the way you had the negative outcome, so now you were standing and you didn’t know how to respond. A stuttering, blubbering mess of red cheeks and avoidant eyes. “I just- I thought you just- because you talk so much about my boobs-”
“Shhhh,” he shushed you. The cocky motherfucker actually shushed you, staring you down in a way that made you feel like prey and taking two steps forward, and closing the gap between you. He was so, so close to you, chest inches away from yours and leaning his face down to tilt his head at you.
“You’re so cute, baby,” he cooed, eyes dancing around your face.
You and him watched it, as one lean hand lifted itself to your chest, tightly wrapped in polyester-fabric. You sucked in a breath. His fingers lightly grazed it, trailing over the soft plushness of it. Then he cupped it, experimentally, like feeling the weight of it in his hand. You whimpered pathetically.
“Hm,” he hummed, ripping his gaze from your tits very briefly at the noise, “you sound so pretty.”
In an effort to steal more noises from your pretty lips, his delicate thumb rubbed over your nipple, watching it harden under the fabric with a bemused smirk. Your breathing became heavy and shaky.
“Can we– please?” you whined, but he only tutted, watching the fat crook under his finger.
“Hang on, sweetheart, I’m having my fun,” he said, nonchalantly, another hand snaking up to your other tit. “Been waiting for this since the first time I saw you.”
You couldn’t help but whimper quietly, his caresses and his intense gaze sending electricity straight to your core. You fingers wrapped around his forearms where they flexed, as he kneaded your chest eagerly.
“That’s right,” he whispered and leaned into you, eyes half lidded and lips wet from spit. “Be a good girl and let me play with your pretty titties.”
Then he kissed you again, groaning into your mouth at the weight of your tits in his hands. His groping became more rough and hurried, as he bit your lip and slipped his tongue in your mouth.
“Fuck, baby, need to get your shirt off, it’s so tight,” he groaned, licking into your mouth. You whined, back arching into his hand. “Poor baby, shirt so tight it’s strangling your pretty tits.”
“Jeonghan, please!” You cried, putting one hand on his chest to push him away from you. He pulled away, lips red and swollen and cheeks delightfully flushed.
“Okay, baby,” he whispered, comfortingly. “Okay, okay, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
You could cry. The way he was touching you so intimately, but refusing to snake his hand down to your burning core, where you could feel yourself fucking dripping. Your body was on fire and your voice was hoarse from the weed that still coursed through your body.
“Please, please,” you mumbled, and it was desperate enough that Jeonghan pulled his hands from your chest (which took more willpower than he was willing to admit), sliding them over your back and pulling you into him. You nosed into the crook of his neck, sighing happily.
“Alright, baby,” He breathed, hand in your hair. You felt his neck crane, looking around.
“Come with me, baby, I know just where to go.”
You didn’t even have time to whine that you didn’t want to go anywhere, you wanted him to touch you. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and crossed the pathway, and you saw the yellow, lit-up sign for the funhouse before you disappeared into the entrance.
The first room had a large circular hallway, and when you stepped onto the red plastic, it rolled a little. You and Jeonghan both stumbled rockily, and you nosedived into his chest. He laughed, steadying you with warm fingers on your waist. “Silly girl,” his voice cooed in your ear.
“Jeonghan, please touch me-”
“We’re almost there, baby,” he said, and he was being a little annoying, because he’d just played with your boobs and made you so fucking wet that your panties were sticking to your folds, and now he was trudging you through the hallways of a funhouse. You both skiddered out of the circular hallway with much trouble.
The next room was slanted, and in your intoxicated mind, this was more than a challenge. The whole room was blue and your knuckles became celeste, as you gripped the slanted railing.
“Jeonghan, I can’t-”
Not another word out of your lips, before Jeonghan was scooping you up in his arms, walking with seemingly no problem through the room. “Shit!” you yelped when he did so, but he only smiled at you, a mixture of adoration and teasing. He ran with you, his bride, through a black and white doorway.
The next room was the mirror maze, and Jeonghan’s face lit up at the sight of it.
“We’re here!” he panted giddily, gently lowering you. You found your footing and looked around, a little speechless at how quickly he’d constructed this plan. There were at least 20 different angles of you, and you cringed at your own disheveled appearance and how your tiny shirt dug into your skin. A hall of reflection, the roof and flooring was pitch black and only you and him existed in the void, copycats at every corner.
You saw Jeonghan in the mirror, walking up behind you. He was smirking, planting his head on your shoulder and peering up at you, as his hands caressed your waist, riding up your shirt and exposing your stomach 20 times over. You hated to say it, but seeing his veiny, big hands on you made your breath hitch.
“Was it not worth it, hmm?” he sang innocently, blinking at you with a bunched up cheek on your shoulder. His sleazy hands worked the fabric upwards, just under the impressive bump of your chest.
His eyes flicked over to the most nearby mirror. Breath becoming shaky, his hands lifted the shirt, finally, over your chest, exposing your simple, black bra and the soft skin of your tits. You could breathe easier, without the fabric digging into your chest.
“Fuck,” he hissed, soft hands immediately dipping inwards to touch over the skin. “Shit, you’re so perfect,” his voice was strangled, all composure gone as he looked at your chest with something akin to wonder.
You moaned, feeling his dick, fully fucking hard from just playing with your soft mounds, grinding into your ass. Like a horny teenage boy, he moaned shakily, big hands covering your boobs and squeezing, and rutting into you from behind. As much as you wanted him to touch you, you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Jeonghan so utterly fucked out, using your body to pleasure himself. It was so erotic, the way his pretty face twisted in place and his fingers dug into the fat of your chest, panting into your neck. Then the sight untangled itself from your body.
“Sorry, sorry,” he was out of breath, removing his hips from your ass. “I got too caught up.”
“It’s okay-”
He spun you around, pushing your body against the mirror. You stood back to back with your reflection.
“No, it’s not,” he breathed, working your shirt the rest of the way off hastily. You lifted your arms to help the fabric off.
You very barely registered Jeonghan snaking your pants off, and then his own clothes. You leaned your head on the mirror and you could finally breathe without the tight shirt, and you somehow felt stronger, not vulnerable like you would have expected. And when your eyes flicked to another mirror and you saw Jeonghan shirtless too, you realized the two of you were much more similar now.
Jeonghan was standing in his boxers now, and you in your panties.
“You know, I always thought you’d be more composed during sex,” you mused, returning your focus to him and smiling teasingly, because even now he was transfixed on your bare chest, heaving for air. Jeonghan scoffed, seemingly genuinely offended by this.
“It’s not my fault your fat fucking rack has been staring at me through that tiny fucking shirt every day,” he spat, and in a sort of retaliation he cupped your pussy through your panties.
Finally, he touched your cunt, and God, was it worth the wait, because it shot straight through your stomach, even the slightest touch on the cold, wet fabric. Jeonghan grinned cockily at the state of your underwear.
“You’re one to talk,” he teased. “Your pussy is fucking weeping for me.”
You moaned and your back twisted against the cold surface of the mirror, as Jeonghan slipped his finger upwards to circle your clit slowly.
“N-ngh, fuck..”
“There you go,” he said in fake sympathy, pouting, and even with his hand on your clit, you could almost believe it, because he just looked that angelic and pure. “Finally your greedy cunt has my hand, hm? Bet you’ve been thinking about this since we met.”
He couldn’t help himself. He trailed his free up to your chest again. It just looked so delectable, unblemished skin, jiggling at every twitch and shake from you, and nipples hardened to pebbles. “I’ve been thinking about you since we met,” he sighed happily, pinching the nipples between his fingers and relishing in your strangled whine.
Jeonghan slipped his hand in your panties, scoffing to himself at just how fucking wet you were, leaking from your hole like a slut, when his finger prodded at it.
“P-Please, Jeonghan, please, fuck-”
Your plea was cut off by Jeonghan’s hand gripping your throat. He smirked at your tortured expression, one hand circling your hole and the other wrapped around your neck, thumb climbing up your chin to rest on your lip.
“What do you want?” he tilted his head challengingly. You gulped, face flushed and baby hairs sticking to your sweat-gleamy face.
“I-I want you to finger me,” you mustered, building up all the courage you could to hold eye contact with him and his lopsided grin. He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise.
“Really?” he sang, “you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy?”
You squeezed your eyes shut. Of course, all those moments of shaming him for thirsting over you. Now you were basically fucking naked, tits perked up from your arched back and writhing under him for just a single finger in your glistening hole.
“Jeonghan, I’m sorry-”
His thumb on your lip tugged downwards, effectively muffling your words and shushing you. He watched your pretty lip bend to the will of his thumb, humming.
“Then say it,” he shrugged.
“Wha?” your speech was slurred by his heavy thumb.
“Say you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy,” he repeated, acting exasperated, like it was your fault for not being able to keep up. Legs spread and utterly naked, you flushed and felt dumb, and you felt even dumber when you began to speak, and his thumb stayed where it was, weighing down your lip.
“I-I wan’ gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up my tight, pink pussy,” you slurred. Somehow the embarrassment translated into a wave of slick exciting your hole and landing on Jeonghan’s hand. He grinned at your obedience, hand pushing up so his thumb entered your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and the rest of his hand cradled your face.
“Good girl,” he purred, head craned down to look at you, suckling his thumb with wide eyes. He finally heeded your request, two fingers pushing into your sopping heat. “Now suck on my thumb like the good, big-titted girl you fucking are while I make you cum.”
He was immediately bullying his fingers in and out of you, curling them. Drool escaped where your lips wrapped around his thumb, as you moaned on it, feeling him poke and prod at your tongue with an evil smirk on his pretty face. You saw his dick print straining against his boxers in the corner of your vision.
“Been waiting for this pussy to be mine,” hummed Jeonghan, long eyelashes coming over his eyes when he looked down at you. “You know, if you’d been a little more cooperative I could’ve had my cock in you everyday for the past week.”
You sobbed around his thumb, panting for air through your nose. His fingers felt so good, pistoning into you and so thin you could feel the bulge of each crooking knuckle churning in and out. His thumb sneaked back up to rub your clit again, and you clawed at his shoulders, trying to stabilize your suddenly shaking legs.
Jeonghan let out the most erotic, guttural moan you’d ever heard, when he watched drool slip from your swollen, red lips and languidly ooze on your trembling chest. His face twisted in pleasure at the sight of them, becoming all shiny and slicked up from your own spit.
“Fuck, you’re so pathetic. Can’t believe you’re fucking drooling all over your tits,” he spat, cheeks flushed as he leaned back to look at them, all pretty and slick and glowing under the maze’s fluorescent tubes. He slipped his thumb from your mouth to begin smearing the spit all over your skin.
Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, clenching and unclenching as something in your belly tightened. You heaved for air, moaning loudly into the maze and practically crying.
“F-Fuck, Hannie, f-feels s’ good!” you whined, chest thrashing under his needy hands. He lifted his gaze to smile at you, where he was crooked over to look closely at your spit-slick boobs.
“I know, baby, I know. Cum on my fingers, now, m’kay?” He smiled cheekily, pressing especially hard on your clit. You saw white, orgasm so potent, you almost didn’t even register how Jeonghan dived into your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples
The wet, smacking of his lips and his pleased humming into the soft skin only spurred on your orgasm, as your cum coated Jeonghan’s fingers. His nose, buried in the flesh of your tit, breathed out a dam of warm air into it.
His fingers stilled within you, slowly pulling out, while he continued to lap at your chest, warm tongue on your areola. You tried to catch your breath, but it was hard with how he moaned around your fucking tit, sucking and smacking his lips, while holding you to him. You cried out softly when he nibbled at it, to which he finally pulled away, smiling teasingly.
There was something about the way he was so shameless about it, that almost made you feel even more ashamed, especially when you saw your form in the mirror, and how wet and red your boob was from his insistent sucking. You blushed deeply.
“You gettin’ shy on me now?” he tapped your cheek, eyes twinkling.
“Not used to seeing myself,” you mumbled sheepishly. Jeonghan’s ever lust-filled gaze was overtaken with a very deep, fundamental adoration. His smile became genuine - not teasing nor in feigned sympathy. Despite being the sexiest person he’d ever met, Jeonghan found you so severely cute in that moment, all heaved breaths and glossy lips and rosy cheeks.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tapping your nose. The action would’ve been annoying were not entirely too fond of him at this moment. His eyes wandered, trailing down your collarbones and back to your cleavage. Then returned the lust: “Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous girl with big, bouncing fuckin’ tits.”
His fascination with them was genuinely insane, but you thought he was pretty and sweet, so you let him marvel.
As if he could never get enough, he reached out one hand and cupped your tit again.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your pretty tits?” Jeonghan asked, experimentally pressing the mounds together and licking his lips at the sight. He had to swallow (and he would never admit this) because the idea actually had him salivating.
“Yes, Hannie,” you said sweetly, because although you really wanted his dick inside you, he had that twinkle in his eye that made your heart burst, and, indeed, you would do anything to keep the starlight blazing in his pupils. Jeonghan looked up with raised brows - this time, the surprise was not feigned. Swiftly, he grabbed your head and kissed you, deeply and appreciatively licking into your mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured, rowing the two of you away from the mirror-wall with his tongue down your throat. “Good fucking girl.”
He pulled away from you, frantically looking around, and you simply waited for his command. He began to crawl onto the floor, lying down on the hard, sleek black flooring, resting on his elbows.
“C’mere,” was all he said, and you sat down on top of him, confused. He wantonly pushed you by your shoulder so you rested further down, while he lifted his hip to free his cock.
It was long and right by your fucking face.
Impossibly pretty and pink near the tip, it oozed sticky, white liquid, dripping down the veiny side, and now you were salivating, because you almost wanted to take it in your mouth and suck his soul out.
“Shit,” he groaned, studying your face next to his hard, heavy dick with a tortured expression on his face. It seemed his thoughts had traveled the same road as yours, because when he spoke, he said: “There’s so much I wanna do to you, doll. Give me another couple shifts, I’ll have your cum all over the fucking park.”
Without another word, he leaned forward and grabbed each of your tits, hovering just below where his dick extended out, proud and tall like a gothic church. You helped by crawling further over his tan body, lying down on your stomach with your chest raised up.
Jeonghan enclosed your tits around his dick, breath shaking and eyes blinking shut. The sounds he released were angelic, wetting and rewetting his fiery lips, and he struggled to keep his eyes open from the pleasure. He didn’t want to close them though, because the sight of you was insane.
You were so pretty, smiling in adoration where you laid between his legs. Prettiest girl in the world, he thought, just letting him bounce your fat tits up and down his shaft like a good, obedient girl. Your rack was like a fucking cloud around him, jerking him off and spurting pre-cum on the already slick skin.
“S-Shit, you’re so fucking- pretty-” he stuttered, breath trembling and face flushed. From every angle he saw you, perfect, pretty, cute and sweet you. Every version of you in the mirror was perfect, he realized, every copycat a perfect picture.
“You’re pretty,” you mused, wrapping your hand around the lower part of his shaft where your tits didn’t quite reach and squeezing it. Jeonghan moaned, stammering the breathy noise. He gulped then.
“I-I’m gonna cum, shit-” he sucked in a harsh breath. He could not believe how lovely you were, how witty and funny and sweet and how big your fucking tits were bouncing up and down around his cock. “C-Can I cum on them, baby?”
“Of course, Hannie,” you obeyed sweetly, watching how he desperately bucked his hips upwards. Squeezing your hand around the base of his cock, you let out a final admission to help him cum: “Want you to cum on my tits, Hannie, want it so bad.”
Sure enough, it was that easy, because without warning long ropes of thick, white cum spurted into the valley of your breasts and climbed up to your collarbones and neck. Jeonghan cried out when he came, eyes finally squeezing totally shut and hips stuttering into your chest. He sounded angelic, even with his voice hoarse from the weed and grunting.
You let him calm down, waited until his pants turned into soft, regular breaths, and released his now flaccid cock from your cleavage.
“Oh shit, baby,” he sighed happily. “Come up here.”
You crawled up to his chest, curling into his open arms and feeling him under your cheek. Your legs entangled on the funhouse floor, mirrors a little foggy from the sweat and the sex. It was perfect, lying in his chest, having him, knowing he wanted you and liked you. Perfectly timeless, you draped over each other limply.
Or almost perfect.
You wiggled your hips away from his body, hoping then he wouldn’t notice how you were still leaking from your poor, puffy hole. Jeonghan frowned when you did so, though, both hands grabbing your waist and tilting his head down to look at you.
“What is it, baby?” he asked.
You looked away bashfully, shaking your head, but Jeonghan gripped your face in one hand, just as condescending as his thumb had been earlier: “You’re covered in my cum, baby. You’re not getting shy on me now. Tell Hannie what’s troubling you.”
His voice was stern. You tightened your lips the best you could with his hand squeezing your cheeks together.
“I just..” you were embarrassed again, with how your words became muffled and slurred by his flexed hand. He paid it no mind though, looking at you intently to continue.
“YouweresoprettyearlierIgotwetagain.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. From beyond the dark void, you heard Jeonghan laughing. You opened your eyes and he removed his hand from your face, instead brushing it through your hair lovingly.
You were gonna get whiplash with how lovingly he looked at you, how sweetly and with so much wonder and adoration; and how it stood in such a stark contrast to the words that left his mouth:
“Baby, you just get up and bounce your fat tiddies around a little bit, I promise you, I’ll get hard in the next five fucking minutes. Then you can get my cock in your cute, greedy pussy. How’s that sound?”
Really fucking good.
#svt smut#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt angst#seventeen smut#seventeen oneshot#svt oneshot#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan smut#jeonghan angst#yoon jeonghan x reader#yoon jeonghan smut#yoon jeonghan angst#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#jeonghan x you#yoon jeonghan x you#smut#fluff#angst#crack
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OT8 RECS
smut fluff angst
FICS/DRABBLES/IMAGINES
free use skz as tattoo artists
^@bandgie
reminder by @minniesmutt
skz + sharing
skz + head
^ @chvnmax
skz + proposing by @hwangism143
ass or tits & wait your turn by @kaciidubs
ninth member by @ddyskz
skz + their kinks by @elllisaaa
how they eat you out by @roseykat
when they want your attention
possessive skz
^ @jj-one
skz + their kinks by @3rachaslut
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favorite place to cum by @seventeenytiny
turning skz on while making out by @lix-ables
SERIES
sharing is caring by @skzms (m x m x reader)
no nut november by @elllisaaa
connected by @yuna542
a work proposal by @daceydeath
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love untold by @storytowrite
hot bitch summer by @hyunsvngs gn reader
catch these hands by @joongbin male reader
hard thoughts hard thoughts 2 male/gn reader
^ @severely-mentally-ill
MTL
touch themselves infront of you by @bandgie
dick sizes by @kaciidubs
enjoy sexting get hard when sitting in their lap just added
^@chvnmax
REACTIONS
saying another members name by @skzms
asking them to choke you by @chvnmax
giving them head while they're live by @blurboki
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first time seeing s/o in panties by @corruption-skz male reader
FULL STRAY KIDS REC LISTS
#stray kids#bang chan#christopher bang#skz#lee know#felix#changbin#hyunjin#seungmin#jeongin#skz reactions#skz smut#skz scenarios#skz fanfic#stray kids x reader#stray kids reactions#stray kids imagines#seo changbin#lee felix#lee minho#hwang hyunjin#yang jeongin#kim seungmin#han jisung#bang chan x reader#felix x reader#hyunjin x reader#jisung x reader#changbin x reader#lee know x reader
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◻ Straykids Links .
Full house - by @kkami-writes
pairing. OT8 x gn!afab!reader
synopsis. Your life since your parents died has been mundane, your routine never changing. It wasn't that you hated your day to day schedule but you had to admit that there was something missing, an empty void in your heart. So when you come across a pretty white ferret your life suddenly become a lot more interesting.
genres. written series. hybrid!skz, human!reader, kinda coffee shop!au, so much fluff, lots of domestic fluff, light angst, romance, eventual smut, honestly a fast burn
cw/tags. member x member relationships, polyamory/polycule, smut!, referenced abusive past owners, wolf!bangchan, cat!minho, bunny!changbin, ferret!hyunjin, squirrel!han, cat!felix, puppy!seungmin, fox!jeongin,
MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU - by @jinnie-ret
stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)
summary. In which Sunny wakes up, but not in the bed she knows. Instead she wakes up in the dorm of her favourite kpop group Stray Kids, and they're not all too alarmed to see her there. To them, she's always been there, right from the very start.
How will she adjust to the idol life she's already been living in this universe? Will the members notice something is up? How long will she be able to keep this secret?
genre. fluff
School of Mysteries Masterlist - by @imagine-a-life-like-this
Synopsis : They were just regular university students living their everyday lives when everything changed. No one is safe and everybody's a suspect.
Genre : murder mystery, horror, romance, smau, 18+
Warnings : This au will be dealing with mature and violent subject matter such as : murder, blood, drinking, swearing, obsession, kidnapping, sex, and more. Reader's discretion is advised.
🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES by - @lettersfromaphrodite
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STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER (AU) / JAE-LYNN m.list
Jae-Lynn's Kingdom Outfit [Wolfgang] -> Kingdom Pt. 6 : Wolfgang (scenario coming soon!)
🦋 A/N: hey y'all, I kinda forgot to post this outfit for the skz extra member au lol, but better late than never I guess 🤪
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for this performance, jae is wearing a white top with a black sheer corset adorned with silver chains. continuing the monochromatic look, jae wears black leather pants as well as black leather boots with silver accents. as for accessories, she is wearing a thick black choker with two silver rings and black fingerless gloves. her makeup is very dark and provides a bloodshot look to her eyes (which are silver with her contact lenses). her hair is fully silver / bleach blonde, and is styled in a half-up-half-down look. lastly, her nails are acrylic black with silver gems and piercings attached.
(of course, she adds the fur vest on during the performance) 🐺WOLFGANG! WOOF WOOF!
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Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 16
Pairings: Kyungsoo x You, Past Chanyeol x You
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5.4k
Description: You should have known things were too calm. You could see a storm cresting your way.
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The rest of the morning went by in a blur. You finished showering faster than you would have liked. What was satisfying was seeing the brightly colored petal on Kyungsoo's collarbone as he dried his hair with a towel. You liked the way it contrasted with his tan skin, and knowing you were the only two who would know it was there. Once he saw the time reality clicked in and the lazy morning was no more. Both of you got dressed and he ate a quick breakfast while you finished getting ready. When you came out he gave you a piece of toast you would have to eat on your way out the door.
After your morning lessons you went back to the apartment to eat and get your practice in before afternoon lessons. You were amused to find Kyungsoo had forgotten his glasses on your nightstand. They had to be important to have considering they helped him see better. You knew he could get along without them, but it would be more of a hassle, and you weren't sure the next time you would see him was. So you came up with a plan. A sort of half-formed, not totally thought out, shadow of a shell of a plan. Really it was deciding to deliver his glasses, but you didn't want that to be your only reason, thus the sort of plan. You were used to winging it. You literally made a living off of it sometimes playing improv at music gigs. Driving the path you remember taking a few weeks ago after taking a last minute stop, you found your way to where Kyungsoo worked. As far as you knew he was there most of the time. Unfortunately you forgot you needed a code to get in the building, and not wanting to spoil the surprise, called the first member to show up in your contact list.
"Hello?" You spoke tentatively when the call connected. "It's Y/N. I don't know if you remem--"
"Of course!" the chipper voice cut in. "What's up?"
"I wanted to surprise Kyungsoo, but I forgot I couldn't get in the building alone. Is it okay if you let me in? Or at least come get what I brought? I don't want you to get in trouble."
"Hey guys, I'll be right back!" he yelled away from the receiver to someone in the background. He replaced the phone next to his ear to talk to you. A door shut on his end. "What kind of surprise?"
"Mostly food, but I didn't forget about you guys either." There was an audible gasp.
"You brought us food? You are seriously the best." An elevator dinged. "Like actually the coolest. I didn't ask by the way you're in the parking deck right?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Awesome. It's like you have psychic powers. We just finished dance practice and I'm starving."
"They're more like snacks, but I'm glad I'm not interrupting your work."
"Free food is free food," he declared. "I'm almost there. Are you at the door?"
"Yup."
"See you in a second." He hung up the call. You waited with two flimsy plastic bags and not a minute later the door swung open. The boy beamed over at you, dark hair sticking to his forehead in damp clumps, sweat still dripping down his temple. A towel was around his neck, but he had yet to change out of his practice clothes because the baggy shirt was practically drenched, finishing off with basketball shorts and sneakers.
"Hey Baekhyun," you smiled back, stepping inside the building. His lanky arms came around you and hugged you tightly.
"I'm so happy to see you again."
"Me or the food?" He chuckled next to your ear.
"Both." Baekhyun pulled away and started leading you back the way he came. "How have you been?"
"Good, thanks. You?"
"Same as ever. Sehun showed us all that video of your concert. That was amazing. I haven't seen a performance like that since I was a kid. I wish I had gone with them." You both climbed on the elevator. He wiped his face with the towel after pressing the correct button.
"Sehun filmed the concert?"
"You didn't know?"
"First I'm hearing of it. Did he film the whole thing?" He nodded. "I should ask him if he can make a copy for me."
"I'm sure he will." You caught his hand trying to open one of the bags you held and yanked them out of his reach. "Aw come on," he whined. "You're about to give them to us soon."
"Then one more minute won't kill you."
"Pretty please?" He stuck out his lower lip and widened his eyes, hands clasped together in front of him. You rolled your eyes.
"That is so not the type of begging that works on me, but you have squishy cheeks," you replied. "It's cute." You poked one side of his face. His pout disappeared, swatting your hand away.
"I'll rub my squishy, sweaty cheeks all over your face," he threatened lamely. You laughed. The sweat didn't bother you to be honest. He had just been dancing for who knows how long; probably the whole morning. That was going to happen. The elevator opened. Like a switch had been flipped Baekhyun straightened and led you down several hallways silently. A few stray employees breezed past you. As long as you kept a respectable distance they acted like you were invisible. Finally you reached the right door and he let you in, closing it after following you.
Eight pairs of eyes flew to look at you. They were all dressed about the same as Baekhyun with minor alterations. A few wore sweats instead of shorts, and some had tank tops or had already cooled enough to put on a hoodie. Jongin and a guy you hadn't met yet wore beanies. Chanyeol startled a little just from not expecting you. One person jumped ten feet in the air because he was in the middle of changing. Jongin fumbled with his shirt, holding it to his chest while his face gradually got redder. You waved and greeted them while walking closer.
"Hey guys, it's good to see you again." Jongdae pushed Jongin's spare shirt in his face and he quickly pulled it over his head.
"Surprise!" Baekhyun cheered, running up behind you. Chanyeol sighed tiredly.
"What did you do this time, Baek?"
"Actually," you cut in. The group gathered around you. Minseok polished off a water bottle. "This was my idea. I thought I would surprise you." You extended one bag out in their general direction.
"Oh," Junmyeon replied and took it from you. "Thank you." A grin stretched his lips when he opened it, voice conveying more excitement. "Wow, this is perfect right now. Thank you." Baekhyun went to him and peeked in the bag.
"What is it? What is it? Whoo!" He pulled out a strawberry popsicle then leapt at you, almost tackling you in a hug. "Thanks babe!" He jokingly pecked your cheek before taking a few steps away and tearing open the packaging. You wiped your face of the spit and/or sweat he left behind. You didn't care to think about it too much. You decided to address the room while more people crowded around Junmyeon.
"I didn't know what you all liked so I just bought a bunch of different kinds of ice cream. Although there's a fudge one in there somewhere for Chanyeol."
"Got it!" Minseok announced and tossed it to the tall boy across the way. Kyungsoo made his way to you.
"Hey," you said in a softer voice, hoping the mild ruckus beside you while eight people argued over which frozen treat they wanted most drowned out your conversation. Producing your original purpose from your pocket, he chuckled. Kyungsoo slid them on his face. "You forgot your glasses this morning. I figured they were important, but I didn't want to come without a better excuse so." You gestured with your head. "Plus they deserve it. You work all the time. I also brought you this." He took the second bag from your hands and looked inside. "Don't lie," you teased and nudged his arm. "You were a little jealous that I cooked my roommate her work lunch." He smiled affectionately after seeing the plastic containers filled with sauteed vegetables, mushrooms, chicken and rice. "It's one of the few things I can cook so it's simple, but--" You were silenced by him pressing his lips to your cheek. He was gone as soon as he came, but the effect was still the same; you shut up. Glancing around, no one seemed to notice, or didn't care. The exchange was so quick you could have fooled yourself into thinking it didn't happen.
"Thank you. I love it." Kyungsoo flashed you another brilliant smile. "I'll enjoy it as soon as I can." He reached a hand out and hooked two fingers in the collar of your shirt, pulling it aside so he could see the fresh mark of color he left on you. His thumb ghosted over the abused skin, smile simmering to a smirk. He stepped closer, mouth inches from yours. "First I think I'll have something sweeter. You know how weak I am to the taste of sugar." You bit your lip. He knew. He knew how it would affect you and he loved that he could frustrate you so easily. He enjoyed knowing you were left wanting him. Kyungsoo glanced at your lips, tongue peeking out to wet his own, then turned and walked over to pick from the last dregs of slowly melting treats Junmyeon dangled from his fingertips like nothing happened. You took a steadying breath before scanning the room. Some of them had collapsed leaning against the mirrored wall with the rest hovering behind Junmyeon in the middle. Sehun caught your gaze and waved you over. Standing in a circle was Sehun, you, Minseok, Jongdae and the person you hadn't recognized. All with their chosen desserts.
"Hey you're not blonde anymore," you observed. Sehun pushed his hair back. You weren't sure if it was close to his natural color, but it had been dyed a dark brown.
"Yeah, but I think I'm gonna go back to a more fun color soon."
"Like what?"
"Maybe pink?"
"That does sound fun. Maybe I'll dye mine too."
"Oh, right. You didn't get to meet Yixing the last time we hung out," he spoke like he almost forgot. The ninth member waved shyly and bowed his head in greeting. The jet black hair falling over his forehead from under his beanie, thick lips and sharp jawline made him look more like a model than a singer. Then again the same argument could be made for all of them.
"It's very nice to meet you," he spoke in a gentle, wispy voice.
"It's a pleasure meeting you too finally," you replied with a kind smile. "I'm Y/N. He said your name was Yixing?" He nodded once. "That's a nice name. So are you a singer or a rapper?"
"Singer."
"And a dope ass dancer," Sehun added.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to dinner last time. They told me what happened. It sounded fun."
"Don't worry about it. You're here now. If I remember correctly I was told you would really love my party story." That made a grin crack his shy mask open, chuckling lowly.
"They told me that, too. I can't believe you set a lawn on fire."
"Not on purpose," you countered. "Do you also play the piano then?"
"Yes, and guitar."
"Nice. You're very talented." He averted his eyes and thanked you. You looked up at Sehun. "Before I forget, Baekhyun said you recorded my concert. Do you mind making me a copy so I can hear it?"
"Sure. Give me some time though. We're really busy this next week."
"No rush. I really appreciate it." He leaned his arm on your shoulder, really rubbing in how tall he was. "You guys didn't get in too much trouble for coming did you?"
"Just a lecture this time. How was your girls night out?"
"Wonderful," you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "We hardly danced before my roommate decided she was done for the night. I think we would've been better off going to dinner with you."
"Well that's obvious. I'm the best company there is. Have you met me? I'm more charming than a prince."
"Maybe we can try again sometime Mr. Humble?" you teased.
"Your boyfriend won't get jealous?" he smiled brightly.
"He can come, too. Kind of like a double date." You watched carefully for his reaction to the suggestion. He blinked rapidly, stammering slightly.
"O-oh? A date? Are you sure she would l-like that?" Just as you thought; Sehun was all bark and no bite. It was perfect. You could already picture the endless banter between the two of them, but since his shyness ultimately would kick in he would go at her pace.
"If that makes you uncomfortable it can just be us."
"Uh no. No of course not. Why would I have a problem with that?"
"How hot is your roommate to get Sehun nervous like this?" Minseok chuckled.
"I'm not nervous," the tall boy snapped. "I just didn't think she was interested in knowing us, that's all. She dragged you out of there pretty quickly."
"That had nothing to do with you," you told him. "She thought you were polite, and she really liked your laugh."
"Sehun? Polite? Did you not talk?" Minseok jabbed again. You ignored him and spoke up before Sehun could say anything back.
"Think about it. Invite others if you want. It was only a suggestion." The oldest member went to your other side and put a hand on your shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, but you only half heard over the stinging where his fingers held you. They were directly over the bruises and his hands were shockingly strong.
"So when are we going to be invited back to your place? You did promise you would cook next time."
"I'll look into it," you answered. You relaxed after his fingers let up, hand resting limp instead. "If you guys can tell me a time that would be best my schedule is flexible."
"I'm really looking forward to it." Taking a step back, both boys let you go.
"I should probably get going."
"Why?" Jongdae piped up, whining. He looked genuinely upset. His lips were stained bright red from the popsicle he was almost finished with. It gave you pause.
"I practice everyday too, you know," you replied.
"Why can't you do it later? We like when you visit us." You cocked your head.
"I...could I guess, but you're at work technically. I shouldn't be here."
"What's going on?" Baekhyun jumped in.
"Y/N wants to leave us," Minseok pouted, much like the younger had before in the elevator. His eyes were even bigger and he batted his eyelashes.
"But you just got here! Stay? Please?"
"I really wanted to invite you to lunch," Jongdae added. Still in that petulant tone. You broke down easily, giggling at the way his voice slid up and down in pitch dramatically when talking. Seeing him so disappointed made you want to get him to smile again. You had to resist the sudden strong urge to comfort him. You failed.
"I'm sorry, Jongdae," you cooed. "I'll stay and eat with you."
"So acting cute doesn't work, but whining like a child does?" Baekhyun asked, slightly annoyed.
"He's not a child," you defended, taking the few steps to stand by Jongdae. You looped your arm through his, hugging to his side. "And he didn't have to act cute. He is cute. Like a cat that needs attention."
"You don't find that extremely annoying?"
"It makes me want to take care of him. Why? Does Baekkie need extra love too?" At your teasing he closed off. It would seem you struck a chord too close to the chest with that one. Turning your attention to Jongdae, his cheeks were dusted pink. "You still want to go to lunch?" He glanced between you and Baekhyun before nodding.
"We can just bring back something from the cafeteria though since you can't stay long."
"Sounds great. Ready to go?" He bit off the last of his frozen treat and hummed his agreement. "Anyone else is free to join us." Kyungsoo strolled over, and you released Jongdae's arm.
"Why not," Sehun shrugged. "Let me get something." He bolted to the wall where a mixed pile of their things were strewn.
"Are you coming?" Kyungsoo didn't answer right away. In one hand was the lunch you made. In the other was a half eaten cone. His tongue dipped inside, using it to scoop ice cream up and into his mouth. You watched as some of the cream got on the corner of his mouth, adams apple bobbing when he swallowed. He wiped away the excess with the pad of his thumb, pushing his lower lip out. He put the digit between his lips and sucked it clean. A person should not look that erotic eating ice cream. It was incredible how a simple look or action from Kyungsoo would have your heart hammering in your chest.
"Y/N?" You whipped around to see Jongin. He had actually come over with Kyungsoo. You shook your head clear so you could focus. Kyungsoo smirked beside you and bit off a big chunk of cone to chew on casually.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry about earlier," he said nervously, wringing his hands together. You tilted your head.
"What happened earlier?"
"Uh, y-you walked in and I...I'm sorry. I didn't expect you."
"Oh, you being shirtless?" You scoffed. "Don't apologize for that. It's just your body. Everyone has one. You shouldn't be embarrassed about that."
"Oh...okay," he replied slightly stunned. "I guess I'm used to a different reaction."
"Different how?" He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes and mumbled,
"Fans screaming, I guess. I just wanted to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Oh," you exhaled. "Well now I feel dumb. I'm sorry for even asking. I forget sometimes. I guess I don't think about it as being a big deal, but not everyone is that way. My roommate always had her anatomy and physiology books around in college, and she still shows me people she's worked on sometimes so it's just...it doesn't matter to me. I mean, good for you that you're fit and all. I'm glad you're healthy, but it's just a torso, you know? I don't understand people who get worked up over it."
"Wait," Sehun cut in. He had returned with a dress shirt over his normal one, but didn't button it. "You forget sometimes? Have you still never looked up any of our songs?"
"Of course I have," you answered. Then added sheepishly, "a few of them."
"Which ones? Did you see the music video?"
"No. Definitely not the music video. I made sure to only see lyric videos."
"So? What did you think?" Most of them were looking at you by then, eager for your opinion. You assumed they only cared because you had been professionally trained in music. They had tons of fans, you were sure, so they knew they were good. You tucked hair behind your ear.
"I only listened to the ones that people said you either composed or wrote yourself. It wasn't a huge spread, but I enjoyed them. Actually, I did listen to two songs not written by you. "What if" and "My Answer". The first one I really only liked for the lyrics. The backtrack was pretty generic synth which is fine since you're a pop group. The other I liked the piano. It was very empty orchestration, but it pulled the focus to your voices and the sentiment behind it which I think made it more emotional. Your voices are all really nice." You smiled bashfully at the various grins that earned. "They all blend together very well, and I'll admit to getting a little emotional while hearing some of the cluster chords you used. I know logically you all told me you're singers, but it still amazed me how beautiful all of you sounded."
"So which was your favorite?" Baekhyun questioned you. You didn't hesitate to answer,
"Oh, 'Promise', by far. The lyrics and the composition were heartwrenching. I actually got chills with Jongdae's high note at the end of the bridge. I'm not even sure if it was falsetto, but you could hear the back space in your voice really clearly which was impressive. I guess your the groups go-to descant guy. If I had to critique something it would be that that run would've been the perfect spot to modulate up a half step." Somewhere in the room you heard someone whisper,
"Told you so."
"You could really feel the love that was put into that song. It had a lot of soul to it, and the way it ended? Amazing. No resolution, strings and piano, that effect that made it sound like the music was being closed off suddenly? I really love that song."
"But you didn't listen to more?"
"I don't..." You started over. "I'd rather stay away from that stuff."
"That stuff?"
"Idol stuff," you elaborated. "I don't want to see your stage personas. It feels wrong somehow. I'm very proud of all of you; you're extremely talented and hard working, and I admire that. It's just, I know you as you and it's weird to see otherwise. If that makes sense."
"I guess," Sehun agreed. The others nodded and mumbled similar things.
"Chanyeol," you called to divert topics. The tall boy looked over at you. "You haven't said much. You're coming to eat with us right?"
"Uh yeah. Sure." You made a sweeping gesture with your arm.
"Lead the way." His returning smile was awkward and forced.
A group of you went down to get food and returned to eat away from the hordes of other employees. Everyone except Minseok formed a circle on the floor. He had disappeared at some point. You were sandwiched between Kyungsoo and Jongdae. You had only gotten a piece of fruit and some instant noodles while the other members got more substantial meals. Spotty conversations picked up to fill the silences between eating. You sifted through your mind for a decent conversation starter while slurping up some over-salted noodles. The main goal being to have a relaxed conversation with Chanyeol at the least. He hardly spoke to you still, and when he did it was awkward and clipped. It was like he was afraid of talking to you. Afraid of saying the wrong thing you would understand, but avoiding you all together was starting to take its toll. Until the night with the misguided kiss he had been fun and bright and joyful. You missed your friend. You missed having that relationship where outsiders could mistake you for siblings because you were so close. Not only in the sense of friendship, but also demeanor. You liked the same things, laughed at the same lame jokes. When you were still kids you even had some of the same mannerisms. You were nostalgic for his company. You wished he still barged in to your apartment to watch a movie like he lived there with you. It was an odd feeling of homesickness. It was difficult to pinpoint why you still craved his attention, but there he was sitting a few feet away and you couldn't help wanting him to close the distance. Even if it was a simple joke or inquiring about your work. You just wanted your friend back. He was one of the only ones you had. One of the few strings that tied you to a world outside of your work. Cut them all and you would be back where you were at the beginning of college, every thought consumed with music in one way or another, isolated and overwhelmed. It wasn't until your first roommate dropped out and you found your current one that you were forced out of your loneliness to experience the world. She pushed you like Chanyeol used to and prevented you from burning out. Those experiences reflected in how you played because you were feeling a wider spectrum of what it was to live, and could convey that to audiences no matter what music it was. It molded you into the person you became. Your friends made you into a better person. Without Chanyeol, even though you were only reunited for a few months before things went south, it felt like something vital had gone missing.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on the small of your back. The light touch made you shiver and look up from your food. Kyungsoo held up a piece of chicken pinched in his chopsticks. You opened your mouth without thinking about it, and he fed you the morsel of meat. He smiled gently as you chewed. It was delicious, but considering it was one of three dishes you knew how to cook--therefore had cooked hundreds of times--it had better be decent. Kyungsoo's hand left to pick up the container holding the stir-fry you made and continued eating. The small gesture had your cheeks feeling warmer. Every time you thought you were understanding him better he did something like that. Always without explanation. It was infuriating and wonderful never knowing what he was thinking. Granted that morning he had confirmed thinking something similar about you so after he went back to eating you brushed it off as best you could. Ever since you entered the practice room he had been trying to fluster you. You were certain he was doing it on purpose, and you wouldn't give yourself away too much. If he knew how easily he could wrap you around his finger you didn't want to imagine how much he would tease you. It was bad enough knowing yourself if he wanted to pull you aside and fuck you at work you would probably give in embarrassingly easily. Letting him know that? He would probably pull you aside just to get you to beg then leave. He had a crazy amount of self control. When he did something it was thought out and performed with intent. Pretty much your opposite in that regard. You went with spontaneous gut feelings and took things as they came afterward in a way that made others think you were more assured than you were. Together you were a good balance, challenging eachother to be more.
"Ah shit," Junmyeon exclaimed across the circle, staring at his phone. He glanced your way while typing. "Sorry, Minseok just texted saying the manager wants some of us to see him before going back to practice. Something about the photos tomorrow." He got to his feet and shoved his phone in his pocket. "Baekhyun, Jongin, Jongdae, come on. When we come back the rest of you should go check in just in case so there's no confusion."
"We're never gonna get time to spend with Y/N," Jongdae complained. "It's not fair Kyungsoo can see her whenever he wants."
"I'm sure he sees plenty of her too," Chanyeol grumbled under his breath. You still heard it though, and you swallowed down your irritation. No one else had picked up on his words. The four members who were summoned shoveled in big mouthfuls of food before standing to follow Junmyeon.
"Hey," you called. You caught Jongdae's wrist. Once he looked down at you you let go. "You guys know I'm only a text away right? Unless I have rehearsals or a concert I'm free at night. I'm always more than happy to have you over for movies or something."
"That's very generous," he replied. He was much more serious. "But I was just complaining about now. We couldn't steal you from Kyungsoo like that."
"Steal me?"
"Your time," Baekhyun explained. "We hardly get time alone to date. We don't want to keep you from being together. Why did you think we were so happy to see you today?"
"That's really sweet and thoughtful of you guys."
"Says the woman who just surprised us with ice cream and cooked Kyungsoo lunch," Yixing threw over with a smirk.
"Come on, guys," Junmyeon insisted. Baekhyun gave you a quick, slightly awkward hug, then sprinted across the room, the four boys saying their thanks and farewells. When they were gone the room was much quieter. You looked between Chanyeol and Sehun.
"So that's why I haven't seen much of you guys?"
"And we stay busy," the youngest provided. "Why do you think I dragged Chanyeol to your concert with us? You should just come eat lunch with us every day."
"I don't know about that," you laughed nervously. Chanyeol was sulking, eyebrows furrowed, refusing to look at you. "I'm usually working and I'm obviously just getting in the way now."
"How?" Yixing questioned, mouth half full.
"Well, because..."
"It would really lift our spirits," Sehun told you.
"Your schedules are almost always erratic," you refused. "And I'm sure you don't need me to distract you."
"Baekhyun feels the same way, I know it. I think he actually listens to you. And Jongin's finally talking to your face."
"Leave her alone, Sehun," Chanyeol cut in dryly. Your gaze darted to the tall rapper. He was annoyed. Well, he had been the entire time you ate, but now he was speaking up. He picked at his last crumbs of food, glaring at his plate. "If she said no then the answer is no. She has a life outside of us."
"Not much of one," you joked. "But thanks for understanding." His response was a short hum. Only enough to acknowledge he heard you. "Chanyeol, are you...are you okay? You've been acting weird since I got here." His hand curled into a fist then opened again, words clipped when answering,
"Fine. Don't worry about me."
"But you are worrying me. Did something happen?"
"Like you actually care," he spat. You felt his words like a slap across the face. He shoved his empty plate to the side where they decided to make a trash pile to pick up later, the bag that had ice cream in it their receptacle.
"Of course I care, Chanyeol. I hate seeing people upset. Especially when those people are my friends. I'm just trying to find a way to help--"
"Well stop it," he seethed. Chanyeol sounded huskier. His voice trembled in his throat. You knew that tone. He was either about to explode in anger or break down in tears. Funny how often those two emotions went together. He got to his feet, and you noticed his hands were shaking as well. His eyes met yours only for a second, but it was long enough to see the pain lying there; the flaring embers. You prepared yourself for his outlash, knowing when he got worked up his ferocity brought forward a darker side to the typically gentle giant. You would let him yell at you until he had drawn all the poison from inside him out. He normally bottled his anger, and when he was clearing his system he would spew venomous words until he burned himself out. Usually there's a grain of truth, but when he snaps he can't seem to control his tongue and small annoyances pile into monumental wrongs. Hiding his expression beneath his bangs, he gestured violently to add emphasis to his raised voice. "And for fucks sake you're not even trying to be subtle, Soo. Get a room if you can't keep your hands off her for one goddamn minute. I'm sick of watching you drool over her every fucking time you see her. We get it. Go fuck her in your own time."
"Whoa there," Sehun tried to calm. It didn't work. Chanyeol got louder, preventing Sehun from speaking anymore.
"No! I'm done with it! I'm done with this! I'm going back to work!" He turned on his heels. You panicked. You couldn't just let him go stew in his anger alone. There was more bothering him, but you felt helpless to do more than call after him. He yanked the door to the room open and threw a hateful, "stay the fuck away from me," over his shoulder.
Then he was gone.
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MASTERLIST! : STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU
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oc: jae-lynn king
playlist
contact list + family profiles
jae's closet + tattoo tour + hair eras
'ships (skz and other)
skz first impressions
jae's diary
'realstraykids' (insta posts) + 'jae_lynnie' (solo insta)
'bubble_lynn' (twitter account that posts her bubble updates)
discography
things jae-lynn has said that sound fake
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QUEENS, NYC - coming soon...
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA - coming soon...
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coming soon...
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[post originally from my other page @ignooy-nim. I decided to make a full page for jae-lynn just for shits and giggles, and because I was slowly losing my mind with the amount of drafts I had accumulated on that account LMAO, hope y'all enjoy this, and remember that none of this is supposed to be super serious, and that at the end of the day I AM ot8. this is just meant to be a creative writing project for me on a group I really love, so lets just have fun and create some madness together! - mars]
© ignooy-nim / skz-jae-lynn 2023 - all posts tagged with the ’skz-jae-lynn’ tag on this tumblr account are my genuine work unless stated otherwise. I only post this au on this tumblr account from here on out, so if you see anything pertaining to my work elsewhere, please be kind and reach out to me to let me know. thanks 💞
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