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rhainontheshelves · 10 months

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Remember, Recover

Member: Bang Chan {Stray Kids} and afab!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, light smut description

Word Count: 4238

A/N: This is the complete version of a fic I posted back in 2019! Rip It finally passed my writer's uncertainty test so out it goes. Happy reading!- Rhin

“... How long are you going to stay on my lap?”

“However long it takes to finish this melody. Deal with it.” I said, plunking out a string of notes on the keyboard. Figuring out a concrete sheet of music was difficult when all I had was some sound clips Chan had come up with years ago. But, nevertheless, I managed to connect them and came up with a pretty good composition. I saved the file with a little “Yay!” and leaned back.

Chan groaned as my weight shifted further back on his legs. “Damn (Y/N), how many cheeseburgers did you eat today?”

“Not as many as you. How many did you order, four?” I smirked.

“It was only three, excuse me! And they were singles, you can’t blame me for cheating the system and getting three singles for less than a triple.”

“Only because we’re broke and ordering off the dollar menu,” I said, twisting around to face him, “and two medium fries! Who are you, an unhealthy version of Gaston?”

“Hey, don’t compare me to that jerk!” Chan tried hard to keep a straight offended face. “And I’m very healthy, thank you very much.”

A couple moments of silence was enough to break my mask and burst out laughing. Chan’s face was too good not to. He chuckled along with me and stroked my hair as I leaned into his chest, trying to pull myself together.

“Wow, I’m tired,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “What time is it?”

Chan glanced over to the computer. “Midnight on the dot.”

“We have officially spent five hours in this dumb room.” I got up and grabbed a Pepsi from the minifridge. “Want one?”

All Chan had to do was hold a hand out for me to toss one to him. Together, we unscrewed the lids and took huge swigs. We were in for a long night, so we needed all the energy we could get.

“Let’s take a break.” Chan said, rolling over to the couch and propping his feet up. “My brain is tired from trying to pull feelings and experiences from years ago up for lyrics.”

I flopped on the couch, thinking of a way I could help out. To be honest, I hadn’t done anything of that nature since I graduated, and that was just about a year ago. The memory was pretty hazy (it was a black-out type of night), so that wouldn’t help out a lot.

“(Y/N), do you trust me?” Chan asked out of the blue.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, if this song is truly about sex, wouldn’t we need some moans in the background or something? The good ol’ bed creaks are getting a bit overused in this industry.”

It took me a minute to process what Chan meant. “Wait… you want me to-”

“No! Not if you don’t want to,” Chan’s cheeks turned red, “we can always pull audio from porn or something!”

I looked at my best friend, sighed, and shook my head. “You’re lucky we need to get this track done by tomorrow afternoon,” I got up, turned off the lights, and went into the booth.

“Why did you-”

“So I can still have some dignity by the end of the night,” I said into the microphone. “Can we just get a series and cut it into the song? It’s too tedious to do stuff at exact moments.”

“That’s fine by me.” Chan affirmed. “Just say so when you’re done.”

I awkwardly stood in the booth for a bit, trying to figure out the logistics of this. The microphone that was hooked up wasn’t omnidirectional, so getting into the right position for the audio to be captured was a big problem. Also the fact that Chan was here made me extremely nervous. I didn’t know why; we could usually talk for hours about this stuff. Maybe it was because it was for real instead of the usual imaginary scenarios.

Pulling up a chair, I sat down in it and carefully reached out toward the mic stand. I found the knob that adjusted the height and brought it down to its lowest position. Then, making myself as comfortable as I could be, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid a hand down.

“Any time now, (Y/N).” Chan’s voice boomed. The sudden fracture in the silence scared me and made me lose my start.

“Damn it Chan, I was just getting warmed up,” I muttered. “Just starting to get focused.”

“Oh, sorry.” His voice sounded tiny over the speaker system.

“You’re good, just don’t do that again, okay?”

“Got it.” With that, the static of an open line cut off, leaving me back at square one.

I sat there for a bit, trying to bring up a picture in my head that I could jack off to. Nothing in particular was coming to mind, except feeling something hard as I sat on Chan’s lap just a couple minutes ago. I zoned in on that feeling, and started to find something I could associate it with… and then my brain betrayed me.

“Hey Chan… do you remember that party we went to a couple years back? You needed to blow off some steam from being cooped up with the guys too long and I needed some relief from college?”

Static started buzzing again. “Yeah, I remember that. It was a fun night.”

“I don’t know any other way to say this, but… I can’t get this image of you out of my head… I think we did something that night.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we did. We were pretty drunk.”

“No, you don’t understand. All I can remember after the sixth shot of whiskey is undoing someone’s belt while they marked me up. Their shirt was red, like that one button-up you have that I like so much.”

“Oh… that… yeah, that was me.”

“You remember?” Honestly, I was shocked. I was certain that Chan got even drunker than I did.

“Yeah, every second. I wasn’t as drunk as you then.”

“Well, tell me about it then, since I obviously don’t remember.”

“Um, okay.” There was some hesitation there. I knew Chan well enough to know that this was important to him for some reason; he would have told me about it sooner if it wasn’t.

“Hey, it’s okay Chan.” I soothed him. “It won’t mess up our friendship.”

“Are you sure?” his voice was shaky.

“I’m absolutely positive.”

“Well, it started when you pulled me away from the dance floor. Apparently I was grinding on some girl you didn’t like. I could tell you were getting faded, so I didn’t take it too seriously. As you were ranting about it, you started to say peculiar things. Like, “you have no right to look that fine” and “if you had another button undone and your sleeves already rolled up when you picked me up we would have never left the house”, things like that. Obviously I had turned you on and drunk (Y/N) gets really bold and horny. I don’t really remember what you said next, but I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you.”

I was starting to remember, recalling the atmosphere and how Chan looked that night. That was one of the top times where I just wanted to hop on his dick and ride the night away. I wasn’t proud of it, but it happened.

“You backed me up against a wall and started unbuttoning my shirt. I realized where we were going at that point and quickly picked you up and headed towards the nearest room so we could have some privacy. Luckily it was a bedroom and the door was able to be locked. You started working on my belt and I gave you two hickeys on your shoulder. Once that belt was gone, you started undressing and I lost it. Lust just burned through me and you seemed pleased that you brought it on.”

Chan was slightly caught off guard as whimpers came through the other end of the mic. (Y/N) must be remembering and getting off on that. He couldn’t deny that his mind was roaming back to then as well.

“Chan, don’t stop talking. I want to remember everything.” (Y/N) whined.

Chan could feel the lust creeping up again. It made him cocky; it made him want to hear what (Y/N) had to offer. “Everything?”

“Everything.”

“I picked you up and threw you on the bed, trapping you under my body. You pulled me down for another kiss, but I was already there. As we made out, my hands traveled around, We pulled apart for air and I swear you looked like an angel, all out on display for me. You begged for me to do something, anything… so I got on my knees and pulled you forward until I could devour you properly.”

Chan described the rest of the encounter in graphic detail, and that was more than enough to help me out. By the end of it, I had cummed twice and moaned up a storm. I was confident that I had recorded good material.

“Alright, that’s a wrap.” I stated as I buttoned up my jeans.

Chan didn’t answer.

“Chan?” I called as I exited the room.

He wasn’t at the soundboard. The door was wide open though.

“Chris?” I called again, sticking my head out of the door.

No one was there to hear me.

Concerned, I picked my phone off of the coffee table and there was a notification for a text - from Chan.

Went out to grab some food. I’ll be back soon

I ended up spending the rest of the night in the studio- without Chan. I cut the audio and put it into the backtrack as best I could. I told myself that he would come back and rearrange it the way he wanted it to be, but around 4:30 AM I started to doubt that. I recorded my parts that were marked on the lyric sheet, but soon I was so exhausted that my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. The smell I left behind made me so nauseous that I sprayed what seemed like half a can of air freshener all around the studio before crashing on the couch.

“... (Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up!” A voice called as they shook my shoulder.

“Huh?” My eyes finally registered the light and I put my arm over them. “What time is it?”

“It is currently 9:30. Where’d Chan go?”

With that comment, my eyes flew open and I got a good look at who awakened me. It was Jisung, another one of the Stray Kids members I had gotten close with. If Jisung was here… then Chan never came back.

“He left.” I said bluntly as I sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes.

“What?”

“He left. He went to get food and never came back.”

“Shit.” Jisung breathed. He whipped out his phone and called someone, presumably another member. “Hey Changbin, did Chan ever come back last night? No? Well, (Y/N) doesn’t know where he is either. Yep- yeah. I will. See ya.” With that, he hung up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“He’ll turn up.” I tried to comfort him. “At least you all don’t have anywhere to be today.”

“I guess.” Jisung sounded really bummed and concerned. “He never does this, not without contacting one of us first.”

I let Jisung think for a minute before standing up and stretching. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to run home and shower and change. Being in here for 11 hours isn’t too good on the hygiene.”

“When will you get back?”

“About 30, 45 minutes? Somewhere around there.”

“Good, because I still need to think about whether I should help you finish this track or not. Judging by those lyrics…” he nodded toward the sheet of paper and grinned, “I don’t think I should be.”

I turned a dark shade of red before darting out the door. I was too embarrassed about last night to stay in the studio one second longer. God forbid I was there when Jisung listened to what I had so far. I mean, I trusted him, but having him hear bare audio of me moaning was pushing the bar a little bit more than a lot. When effects and vocals and the other layers of the backing was put on over it, I wouldn’t have a problem with people listening, but in the raw form it was in now, it was too intimate.

As I walked back to my apartment, I mulled over why Chan had left. I wanted to believe that it was for some normal reason, like he was feeling too uncomfortable to stay or he actually went to grab food, but something had distracted him. Maybe he was sleeping at the dorms and nobody had noticed yet, or he was back at my place sleeping. Maybe it was nothing to worry about and he would be back and fixing all of my mistakes when I got back to the studio. But, deep in my heart, I knew it was way more complicated than that.

The project was put on hold indefinitely until Chan could be found. I looked everywhere with the rest of Stray Kids, checking his most frequented places and even calling one of his relatives that lived in the area. Any place I recalled him liking, I went and searched every nook and cranny.

“Yeah, no luck on my end either,” I told Minho on the phone. “He’s dropped off the face of the planet.”

“Damn! He couldn’t have gone far.” Minho growled.

“We should probably stop looking for him.” Jeongin’s voice came through. “It’s Chan. He’s not stupid. He’ll be back before we know it.”

I sighed, not wanting to admit that the youngest was right. “I’m still worried about him.”

“Worrying won’t do us any good at this point. I agree with Jeongin.”

“Okay. Make sure the others know. I’ll give you any updates if I have any.” With that, I was left alone with my thoughts.

I wandered around the part of town I had ended up in. Ever since my brain had fully woken up, I had been replaying last night over and over, trying to pick out the point where Chan had dropped out. The frustrating part was, I had absolutely no clue. I had gotten so lost in myself that I had blocked Chan out. Now that we couldn’t find him, I felt extremely guilty. I found a bench to sit on and wait through the wave of fresh emotions. How could I have been so insensitive to his feelings about the situation? I should have sensed them sooner.

A cold drop of liquid on the back of my neck brought me into reality again. I watched the pavement turn darker as it started to sprinkle. Watching the rain... wait.

I was reminded of a very obscure memory. Chan and I had only known each other for a couple months. We had to meet up to finish a group project for school, and if I remembered right, we had met up in the park behind me. We were a paragraph out from finishing when it started to rain just like this. In a rush to protect our work, Chan pulled me to the cafe across the street. Had he? I couldn’t clearly recall.

Shielding my face from the rain, I wandered across the street, looking for a cafe. The other businesses looked so dry and inviting, but I couldn’t stop until I found what I was looking for.

Finally, I found a cafe a few blocks over from where I thought it was. By this point I was absolutely soaked, but I didn’t care. The thought of finally finding Chan was giving me a small adrenaline rush.

A little tinkling bell greeted me as I walked into the warm cafe. The smell of fresh pastries and coffee made my stomach growl. I had been so preoccupied with the search that I hadn’t eaten all day.

“Hello!” A kind voice called from the counter.

“Hello!” I responded. Walking up, I started scanning the menu. Now that we had called the search off, it wouldn’t hurt to take a break, right?

“It’s certainly coming down out there, isn’t it?” the barista asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Yes, ma’am. I must be a sight for sore eyes.”

“You do look a little frazzled. Not the worst I’ve seen these past couple of days, though.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. A guy came in late last night totally drunk. My manager took pity on him and got him a hotel room.”

My breath hitched. “Did he happen to have curly brown hair? A little taller than me, muscular?”

The barista raised an eyebrow. “Do you know him?”

“I’m looking for him, actually. If you could tell me which hotel he’s at, I would really appreciate it.”

“Lemme call my manager real quick.” the barista disappeared into the kitchen for a couple of minutes, then returned with a piece of paper. “Here’s the address and room number. The room’s paid for, so don’t worry about that.”

I took the paper from her. “Thank you so much! We’ve been worried about him.”

“I’m glad someone cares. He was rambling on about letting someone important down. It was really sad.”

That really concerned me. I had never known Chan to be a talkative or a sad drunk, nevermind the fact that he was drunk in the first place. Whatever he was battling, he really wanted to get away from it. “I would like to order some food and coffee to go. I imagine he’ll be hungry, and to be honest I am as well.”

The barista’s eyes lit up. “Sure! What would you like?”

Twenty five minutes later, I approached a local hotel with warm soup and coffee. The rain had stopped, but dark clouds still hung in the sky. It struck me just how late it had become; my phone informed me that it was nearing a quarter past five. The sun would go down soon.

The desk attendant looked up at me expectantly as I entered. “Hi, I’m here to visit the person in room 24?”

“Okay. You can go on up.” they went back to writing in the notebook they had.

The layout of this small hotel was confusing, but eventually I found my way up to the second floor and found room 24. I cautiously knocked on the door, listening for any kind of response from the other side. Hearing nothing, I knocked again and said, “I brought some food for you.”

A faint voice called back, “The door’s unlocked.”

I sighed in relief, thankful that my best friend was alive and talking. Hauling the food into one arm for a moment, I turned the knob and poked my head into the room.

It was a cozy little suite. One queen-sized bed, with the typical white duvet. An armchair in vaguely matching upholstery was placed near the window, alongside a circular coffee table. A door suggested either an attached bathroom or a closet. However, the main feature of the room was in bed, looking very sleepy and surprised to see me at his door.

“Hey Chris. I have soup and coffee, if you have the stomach for it. I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve eaten…” I entered and placed the food on the coffee table.

The man’s expression was hard to read. There was confusion, like he was wondering how I found him, but there was also apprehension and guilt. The way he curled into himself as I sat next to him on the bed didn’t escape my attention. “Me and the boys looked all day for you. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Chan fiddled with his hands, avoiding eye contact.

“Listen… I’m sorry about last night. It was selfish of me. I understand if we just don’t talk about it again.”

Chan’s silence was making me increasingly anxious. Normally, I would have thrown myself at him by now, begging for forgiveness or even a glance in my direction. But this was serious. The possibility of this ruining our friendship was suffocating me to the point of mirroring Chan’s attitude. “If you want me to leave, I can. This must have been emotional for you, I don’t want to make it worse.”

At that, Chan reached his hand out, placing it in the space between us. LIke he didn’t want me to leave. Like he was telling me to stay.

I placed my hand over his, slowly curling my fingers until I was holding his hand. I didn’t dare ask any questions; he needed to work through this for himself. He would talk when he was ready. To distract myself, I looked out the window and watched the sunset through the buildings.

Chan buried his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel the remnants of tears on his cheeks and smell the day-old beer on his breath. My free hand slowly came up to run through his unkempt, curly locks in attempts to comfort him. If all he needed was to sit here for the rest of eternity, I would surely do it.

“I got hammered after.” Chan said low and rough and soft, like he hadn’t spoken for days and cried instead.

“...after?”

“After we fucked at the party. I don’t know why it suddenly crashed over me, but I couldn’t deal with the fact that I felt like I betrayed and used you. I remember downing three of the highest concentrated beers they had in a row before passing out on the couch.”

That explained why Chan was so much more hungover than I was. It also explained why he had distanced himself from me- then and now. In the days afterward, I had felt so confused and angry at myself because Chan avoided me at all costs. He wouldn’t answer my texts, he wouldn’t even look at me whenever we bumped into each other. I had to call Changbin to find out an inkling of the reason and proceeded to send a huge apology letter to Chan. Of course, Chan being Chan, he said “No, I should be the one apologizing.” and went back to being my best friend. Now, I realized that I made Chan go through that all over again and I felt extremely guilty.

“Chan, I’m so sorry for doing that to you. I was drunk and stupid and-”

“You were just voicing something you had kept for a long time.” Chan’s soft voice brought my excitement down again. “I used you to satisfy my own needs.”

“No!” I shook my head vigorously. “No, that’s not it. I know you, Chan. If there wasn’t a desire there, you would have carried me out of there and dropped me at home. There’s something else. Chan, do you- do you like me?”

There. I had said it. The one question that had been on both of our minds pretty much since the time we met. There were green flags everywhere, and we were forcing ourselves to be oblivious to them out of fear. Our friends would constantly point them out, but we were scared that we would lose each other if we asked. That line we so clearly drew, and I just crossed it.

His answer was so quiet, I almost missed it. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good, because I like you too.”

The relief that washed over Chan’s face was so freeing. He looked me in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever, and his eyes were shining brighter than the moon. Even as I leaned in to kiss him, a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders.

His lips were a bit chapped, but that was fine with me. Each kiss held a gentleness and a purpose that overrode any uncomfortable feelings. Chan latched his strong arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I smiled and brought my hand up to guide our motions in order to adjust to the closer proximity, but he grabbed my hand and brought it back down, intertwining our fingers.

When we stopped to catch our breaths, I was grinning from ear to ear, glad that this conflict was finally over. Glad that we could be happy again.

Epilogue

“Are you ever going to finish this, hyung? Didn’t you make a deal with the company over it?” Jisung picked up a piece of paper from off of the table where Chan had dumped out his lyrics portfolio. Half of them weren’t finished, but that was the best place to start when it was time to start working on a new album.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “Finish what?”

“The song you were pulling an all-nighter to make with (Y/N) a couple months ago.” Realization dawned on Chan, making him sink into his chair. They never finished the fucking song.

“I gotta say, you were on some shit when you started writing this-”

Chan snatched the paper out of the rapper’s hand. “It’s none of your business,” he muttered, turning back to his laptop to hide his embarrassment.

#bang chan scenario #stray kids scenario #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #this thing is so old i had to edit Woojin out #there was a plan to put full-blown smut in the end section but it didn't feel right #also this posting fulfills my one fic a year quota #see yall next year #no actually i hope i can start writing more and posting more again #i say that a lot but now that i'm more settled i really wanna make it happen #my brainchild

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chicken-fifi · 9 months

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KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

Reactions:

-> Kim Geonwoo

Hang in There 🥺🔪 Promises for the Future 🥰🥺

-> Hong Woojin

-> Kim Myeonggil

-> Choi Taeho

-> Cha Hyunjoo

-> Hwang Yangjung

-> Min Kangyong

-> Im Jangdo

-> Kim Junmin

-> Moon Kwangmoo

-> Hong Minbeom

-> Lee Dooyoung

-> Other characters can also be requested these are just a few

Headcanons:

Kim Geonwoo | His as a Boyfriend 🥰🥺😏🌶

Hong Woojin | Him as a Boyfriend 🥰🥺😏🌶

A-Z:

Geonwoo SFW

Woojin SFW

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tomorrowxneverland · 2 months

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[AB6IX] INTERRUPTING THEM WITH A KISS

☆ gn!reader ☆ fluff and fun ☆ Note: me, seeing the ab6ix fics tag empty: i have to Create!!!!

WOONG:

It’s sooooo easy to distract him, especially when he’s rambling and he himself has lost sight of what he’s talking about.

When you suddenly kiss him, his brain immediately short-circuits for a second then goes into making out with you mode, everything else is going to be forgotten.

If he wasn't saying anything important, this is a very good way to stop him from going on pointless tangents or distract him from sinking into negative spirals.

If it was something important, he’ll suddenly remember it later and you can talk about it then.

DONGHYUN:

He can get a bit self-conscious if you just kiss him out of the blue while he’s talking.

Was he being annoying? Was what he said boring?

When you pull away, he laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, and just his whole body language screams “embarrassed”.

You have to reassure him that you don’t mind him rambling, you just thought ending it with a kiss would be fun.

In the end, the fun teasing kiss to shut him up turns into something comforting and full of love.

WOOJIN:

He will be very flustered because he gets flustered when you show him such affection and because you caught him off-guard.

He has absolutely no idea how to proceed from here, so his best guess is to act like nothing happened and try to continue talking…

Halfway through his second round of rambling, he looks at you grinning at him and sighs.

He registered that yup, he's talking too much again, so he just laughs awkwardly and gives up, letting you kiss him again.

DAEHWI:

He will actually get very offended.

He gives you a whole lecture about how rude it is to interrupt someone while they’re talking and you can’t argue that he was just rambling and you just really wanted to kiss him.

He blushes for a moment but quickly collects himself and he will finish what he has to say even if he has to put his hand over your mouth and hold you back like that.

After he’s done, he will either give you reward kisses for being good and listening, or he’ll demand kisses as compensation for being rude.

#ab6ix imagines #ab6ix reactions #ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix fluff #jeon woong #kim donghyun #park woojin #lee daehwi

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multiphandomunnies · 1 month

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wanna one

reactions

saying that you love them in your sleep

fans ship you together

you calling them your ideal type

gf is sad about eye bags

imagines

jisung

soulmate au

sungwoon

minhyun

seungwoo

jaehwan

daniel

jihoon

hating you

pantone 14-1513

woojin

jinyoung

daehwi

guanlin

bf! guanlin

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ghostie-galaxi · 2 years

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hey!! first of all you’re litteraly saving my life by being the only g9 writer lol, anyway, could i ask for make out sessions with ghost9 please 😫😫

Ooooo Spicy!! I'd love too lol, I'll go a bit easy on the younger members and not make them really nsfw, but I'll still make them steamy for the others 😙

(legit almost forgot the ex members ☹️ I feel like I hardly know them anymore)

Sorry this took awhile but I was out of Kpop for a little while but she's done now 😌

Ghost9 Make Out Sessions

Junhyung

Bro he'd be so awkward the first time you even try making out with him

But he'd get into more the second time you do it

And when he does, holy shit-

I feel like we all know that he's pretty controlling just because he's the leader and wanted things to be perfect back in his trainee days and dear god-

Once he starts to get more confident with you he's definitely taking a Dom role

And he's not going to tolerate teasing from you

I can almost guarantee ike once you guys do the deed the first time he's not holding back when you guys make out and it'll always end in something more

More or less likely pins you down, whether you are teasing him or not he's not letting you move any time soon

And also grinds his hips into yours for the same reason of whether your teasing him or not he's just gonna drive you mad

And this cheeky motherfuckers smirk he'll have when does drive you mad- y'all better be prepared, that's all imma say

Dongjun

Also is super awkward to first time

But to me he feels like an emotional and romantic person secretly so he's so still down to do it with you

Honestly I could imagine him accidentally doing something to ruin the mood but in a playful way

Just because he's like that lol

But most of the time he still knows how to be romantic with you

Probably loves just going slow and taking his time with you

And probably teases you if you want to go faster by forcing you to keep it slow

He doesn't get too handsy but he's always holding you in some way

His makeouts probably won't end in something deeper unless you want them too

But when they don't he's still just a giggly mess that cuddles and relaxes with you for awhile

Shin/Suhyun

Serious playful if that makes sense?

Like you both are still laughing and giggling with each other while making out but it's more like teasing while doing it

Like there's so many little things you do to each other that just drive you both crazy

Whether it be the lip biting, roaming hands, subtle hair pulling you just drive each other mad

There's never a boring make out session with each other, you're just here to have fun with each other

He'll get more passionate about it too the more you do it

Because he's just in love with teasing you non stop

And he's always full of surprises 😉

Make outs with him will most likely end up going further than intended

But you're not complaining because DAMN he's got at what he does

Kangsung

Confused excited awkward?

Like he really enjoys kissing you but making out is a bit different but he's excited to try with you

Will be a bit awkward at first but soon starts getting into it

Learns pretty early on that he enjoys teasing you and wants to make you want more

Also likes it when you tease him back so he knows you're comfortable with him

Bites your lip all the time

He just enjoys your reaction everytime

There will be a few occasions when there's something that makes you both laugh and ends up ruining the mood

But most of the time he can resume as if nothing happened

Or just settle for laying with you silently

Junseong

Awkward but somehow just like kissing your best friend

Like honestly he's the only one that I don't think would ever get used to it and he's always a flustered mess

Kissing you normally is still awkward for him let alone making out

He'd definitely have to be completely comfortable with you to do something that inimate

But when he does get to that point he's the sweetest ever

He's so gentle with you and treats you like glass, probably because he's still nervous

And he'll always find a way to lighten the mood by joking around with you

Sometimes (most of the time) you'd have to take the lead and be the one to initiate it

He's always super happy afterwards too

He does enjoy it, he's just a mess always trying to do it

Prince/Pasidh

Surprisingly I don't think he'd be that awkward, but I also don't think he'd go very far with it

Like he's definitely awkward at first but after that he more just does it when he's relaxing with you

Usually just goes slow and gives more lazy kisses

Likes doing it when you're both laying down together

And he likes to put his hand on your waist when you're both like this

Might even draw small circles with his thumb on your waist

That end up accidentally making your shirt ride up a bit and he starts doing it on your bare skin

Which can go either way with making you excited or end up accidentally tickling you

But either way after you both pull away he just smiles at you

And usually just ends in cuddles

Woojin

I feel like he wouldn't be really into it but if it makes you happy he'll do it

I just never see him being the one to initiate it first

But with that said he'll still make his best efforts

Usually let's you take the lead to do what you want

Lots of lazy kisses

Gets a bit awkward when you start getting to it more

Like if you start straddling him or pin his hands up and turns into awkward giggles

Might just push you away for a minute, which you understand and let him get comfortable again or just leave it at that

Probably just goes back to cuddling

Although, I could see neck kisses for him being a bit different and more enjoyable-

Taeseung

It's been awhile so idk if I really know how to write for him anymore

But all I can really imagine is just him being giggly the whole time

I feel like he's the only member that would prefer to be standing up when making out just because he likes looking down on you

Never takes it any further than making out just because he enjoys engulfing you in his arms and kissing you

Would on occasion though, pick you and carry you to sit down with you on the bed or whatever is closest to you

Honestly doesn't ever let you move away from him, and kinda likes it when you wrap your legs around him

Does verbally tease you but in more of a cute way

Cuz I could see him liking seeing your pink cheeks and making you blush all the time

Because he just thinks your cute

When he's done he enjoys just resting his nose on yours and will almost always end up laying down and falling asleep with you

Jinwoo

(his is non-suggestive) even tho he's 18 now and I was writing this before then so

You guys haven't done a lot of really being intimate with each other

In fact kissing each other was really all you've done

But that didn't change that fact that he enjoyed kissing you all the time

Even if he'd get flustered every time he did

There was a day when you were both just laying together in bed and he wanted to try and get over being shy all the time

He turned over making you look at him and he kissed you lips

You smiled at him but you were surprised when he didn't pull away fully and came back to kiss you again

He was still getting smiley and flustered but he enjoyed he little stream of kisses he was giving you

He rested his arm over your body and you just let him keep kissing you

He stopped after a few minutes and just laid where he was with you proud of his accomplishment

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #ghost9 #junhyung #dongjun #shin #kangsung #junseong #prince #woojin #taeseung #jinwoo

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Takes Care Of You On Your Period ~ AB6IX Reaction

Woong:

A small smile appeared on your face as Woong returned home, watching as he walked over towards the sofa where you were immediately.

“Still suffering?” He asked, tucking himself in just behind you.

“It’s hurt all day,” you whispered in reply, feeling an arm snake around your waist, Woong’s hand being placed just under your tummy.

He felt terrible as he watched you, barely able to lay comfortably for more than just a few moments. “Why don’t we cuddle here for a bit? See if we can take that pain away,” he suggested with a kiss to your cheek.

A hum came from you, trying your best to close your eyes. “I wish I could just lay here without having my stomach killing.”

Woong nodded in agreement with you, “I wish that there was more that I could do to try and make life easier for you Y/N.”

“Just being here helps,” you whispered back to him.

A small chuckle came from Woong, “I’m sure there’s more that I could do, you’re just too nice to tell me what it is.”

“Honestly, there’s not much that can be done, it’s life.”

Donghyun:

Your hands quickly reached out as Donghyun came towards you, sniggering at how quickly you moved to try and get what he had.

“Got it?” He laughed with how quickly you took it from him.

“Yeah,” you breathed, sighing in relief as soon as you placed the hot water bottle that Woong had made you on top of your tummy.

Donghyun’s smile widened as he watched you, relieved to finally see you settled after a day full of pain. “You just let me know when you need it reheating again and I’ll be right here straight away to do it for you.”

Your eyes snapped across when you noticed Donghyun walking away from you, “where are you going now?”

He looked back to where you were laid out, “you’ve got your hot water bottle, you don’t need me here to look after you.”

“I need both of you,” you smirked across to Donghyun.

His head shook as you tapped the space beside you on the sofa, “won’t you end up getting too hot with me and that?”

“I’ll be alright, I could do with a cuddle from both.”

Woojin:

A shy giggle came from you as Woojin handed the bag that he had across to you, watching as your eyes took in everything that was inside.

“Is that enough?” He chuckled, taking his shoes off.

“It’s perfect,” you quickly assured him, reaching in straight away and pulling out one of the bars of chocolate that Woojin had bought.

His head shook at how quick you were to open it, breaking off one of the pieces. “Are you planning on sharing that or is it all just for you?” He teased, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa, just above your head.

Your head tilted back to look up at Woojin, “I’m the one that’s on my period, I deserve this with how much pain I’m in.”

Woojin couldn’t help but chuckle at your response, “I’m the one who went to the shop to get you sweet stuff to help you.”

“I guess you could have one piece,” you joked in reply.

His eyes went wide as you broke off just one piece from the bar, “you’re mean when you’re on your period, is this all I get?”

“I guess seeing as you did buy it you can have two.”

Daehwi:

A soft sigh came from you as soon as Daehwi’s hands rested on the pit of your stomach, slowly massaging over your sore spot.

“How’s that?” He smiled, peering over your shoulder.

“A dream,” you whispered, settling into Daehwi’s chest as you finally felt your period pains beginning to ease for a short while.

At how content you seemed, Daehwi began to apply a little more pressure. “Is there anything else that I can do for you to try and make life more comfortable for you?” Daehwi asked as he laid back down behind you.

Your head shook in response to his question, “what you’re doing is more than enough, I never want you to move from here.”

A snigger came from behind you, “I might have to move at some point, we’ve got dinner to sort out for a start Y/N.”

“I’m on my period,” you subtle reminded him.

Daehwi’s head shook, knowing exactly what you were hinting at. “Seeing as you’re on your period, how does takeout sound?”

“It sounds as dreamy as this massage I think.”

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mavrintarou · 1 month

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [9]

I'm 89% sure the next part will be the last. This chapter is filled with heavy angst but comfort and understanding.

Warning: implied mild smut, angst & comfort but cliffhanging ending

Eighth part

Toru glared at the new wall that had been replaced between his and Y/n’s unit. He acknowledges his disdain for it. He detested both the physical and emotional distance that had arisen between him and Y/n.

Within a day, maintenance repaired the wall between their units, putting this unbearable space between them.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed, or more like in a heartbeat, everything changed for him and Y/n.

His heart has been numb since the moment Y/n announced she was pregnant and felt like it had stopped beating when she said the baby may not be his.

Everything became a blur at that moment.

“P – plea – se le – leave… I need sp – space…” she struggled with her stuttering and hiccups from her cries.

Toru was reluctant to leave her alone but to his best judgment, he needed some time to process what she just told him.

How had he not realized the changes? Especially when he had first-hand experience with Lucia when she became pregnant with Mateo.

As he recalled the brushed memories… it all began to piece together.

“Don’t – don’t suck too hard…” Y/n whimpered, blushing from watching Toru and feeling the suction he had on her sensitive nipple.

Another time when he was buried deep inside her, Y/n cried with tears pooling in her eyes. “You feel… you feel so deep…”

Toru immediately stopped his movements and caressed her cheek, “am I hurting you?” He wiped her tears away and only smiled when she shook her head, telling him he made her feel good.

These were tell-tale signs he remembered going through with Lucia.

It had been 48 hours since he last saw her but it felt like an eternity.

She has not returned his seven missed calls nor the numerous text messages. He knows he should respect her space but he couldn’t help but feel the distance between them is only pushing them further and further apart.

For an hour, Toru and Mateo hung out in Mateo’s large playpen together. The baby kept himself occupied with the toys Y/n had purchased him and Toru could only wonder what was running through his son’s mind.

Did he miss Y/n too?

It was two short nights but Toru spent every second of it going over the scenario.

Y/n was pregnant.

There was a probability that the baby could not be his.

That meant… it was that man that had visited her weeks ago?

“Woojin?” the name fell off his lips

All he could remember from that first and last encounter was that this person was tall like him, a slightly smaller physique but he and this man had the same dark hair and body complexion.

Toru couldn’t help but feel jealous of this Woojin person. Who was he to Y/n and what was their relationship? How long have they known each other?

All questions attacked him and he groaned, making Mateo look at him confused.

“I miss Y/n,” he told Mateo, who instantly perked up at the sound of her name. “You miss her too?” His son stared at him as if waiting for her to appear. “Should we go see her on the other side?” He picked up his son and together they headed towards the door.

The moment his door swung open, Toru’s eyes widened seeing Y/n leaving her unit as well.

With a suitcase beside her.

Y/n called his name softly, yet he heard the sadness and pain in her tone.

“Are you… going somewhere?” He shifted Mateo in his arms, who was squirming at the sight of Y/n.

He sensed the hesitancy as she quickly shut the door to her unit before letting out a deep breath. She approached him with her luggage left by her door.

“Where… are you going?” The question weighed heavily on him, as difficult to utter as it was to bear. His heart throbbed with discomfort, reluctant to confront the truth.

“I’m – I’m going to Ko… rea… to Korea for a few days,” Y/n answered, looking at him directly in the eye. She hesitated but reached for his free hand, holding it gently. “I will be back, I promise.” Y/n gazes into his eyes, “I’ll come back to you, I will come back to you.”

Toru untangled his hand from hers and drew her into an embrace, murmuring, “what is the reason?”

Despite knowing the reason, he understood the rationale behind it and knew that it would only inflict pain upon himself by asking, but he felt compelled to inquire regardless.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt her fist a handful of his shirt. “I should – I should tell him.”

Toru clenched his eyes tightly shut. He anticipated it, and braced himself for it, yet why did it sting even more?

“I understand,” he sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Okay, have a safe flight and please come back to me.”

“I will,” she pressed her lips over his heart.

Mateo slept soundlessly in Toru’s arm for his afternoon nap. Their large living room seemed larger and too quiet than usual. Even for a short period, his living room was filled with Y/n’s laughter, her singing to the wrong lyrics of Mateo’s lullabies. It felt so lively and filled with lots of comfort that warmed his heart.

After ensuring Mateo wouldn’t wake up, Toru laid him in his crib. He reached for Y/n’s wool cardigan that had been in his crib and placed it beside the sleeping baby who found comfort in it.

He closed the door to Mateo’s nursery and turned on his baby monitor. Toru was about to help himself to a cup of tea to calm his nerves when he heard something strange outside his unit.

If Y/n was on her way to the airport, who would be outside?

Without looking at the camera that pointed out to the lobby shared between him and Y/n, he pushed the door open and was ready to confront whoever it was but froze halfway.

Y/n looks up, startled and half crouching. Her luggage was lying flat on the ground as if it slipped from her hand.

“Y/n?” He blinked a couple of times, even rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands to make sure he was truly seeing her and that she was not just a hallucination. Over an hour ago he had made a tough decision to let her go, how was she… “Aren’t you supposed to be at the airport? Or on the plane to Korea?”

He walked towards her when Y/n quickly stood up and closed the distance between them, throwing herself at him, and wrapping her legs and arms around him.

Toru caught her, his arms naturally wrapping around her and supporting her weight. He sighed and hugged her tightly.

“I couldn’t do it,” Y/n finally whispered, she leaned back to look into his eyes. She quickly explained how she sat at the gates contemplating the situation and made the decision not to get on the plane. “I couldn’t go through it. Woojin deserves to know but I think I’m being too impulsive right now.” She cupped his face and pressed her lips against his. “I should have talked to you, figure this out together… that’s if you… want to figure it out together.”

“I do,” he confirmed quickly. One of his hands snaked behind her head, bringing it down to his. “I want to figure this out with you.”

Y/n brushed her nose against his, “I love you. I love you so much Oikawa Toru.”

Toru sighed, and a soft grunt came from his throat. “I love you too, Y/l/n Y/f/n.” Without putting her down, he walked over to pick up her luggage and towed it behind them into his unit.

They lay in the middle of Mateo’s large playpen.

“I want to get a paternity DNA test done.”

Toru rolled onto this side and supported his weight on his elbow. “Okay, I think that’s a good start too. Should we start with me?”

Y/n looked at him confused, “you?”

Toru nodded, a hand reaching out to palm her flat belly. He couldn’t voice how badly he wished and hoped that the baby that was nourishing inside Y/n’s body was his.

It never crossed his mind that he would want another child after Mateo, he’ll be honest that he didn’t want any more children and would be content with just Mateo. But since his rekindling with Y/n and the current situation, would he be so bold and willing to help her raise a child that was not his own?

“To rule it out,” he answered quietly, “it’s a small possibility… but I’m willing to hold my breath that this child could be mine.” He reached to touch her hair, “if it’s my baby then you wouldn’t have to bother talking to Woojin.”

Y/n sat up and motioned for him to sit up and as soon as he was upward, Y/n crawled on his lap and hugged him.

“Toru,” she uttered his name quietly under her breath, “I need to – need to know…” she paused to take a deep breath, “will – will you still want to be with me… if – if this child is not – not yours?”

No matter how many different scenarios he thought in his head, the one that weighed heavily on him was the high possibility that this child was not his. He asked himself if he would be able to raise a child that was not his own and the answer was yes, he would be able to raise another child that was not his.

If it was Y/n, who was also willing to love another child that wasn’t her own, Toru could also love a child that was not his own by blood.

Toru pulled away enough to see her face, he waited until she finally looked into his eyes and he smiled. “Yes, I will still want you even if this child is not mine. I will love them just as if they were my own.”

Y/n smiled, her shoulders relaxing as if his response had blown all the anxiety that burdened her. “I was scared you wouldn’t want to…”

A lingering, unidentified fear gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers.

“If…” he took a deep breath. “If this child is not mine and is… his… what – what will you do?”

Please don’t say you’ll go back to him, he repeated over in his head.

“Woojin and I have agreed to go our ways a few weeks back and I have contemplated on either telling him or not.” Her face bore the unmistakable mark of guilt. “If this child is his, I know I should not keep it away from Woojin.”

“No, you should not,” Toru concurred, though inwardly he wished she wouldn’t have to confront that man. Yet, he acknowledged that Woojin deserved to be informed about the pregnancy and the child; he deserved to be included in the journey even if he and Y/n had no preexisting relationship. “I encourage you to tell him. If he decides not to be involved in the baby’s life, then that’s his decision. You’ve given him a choice.”

Toru would have been at a loss if Lucia had concealed her pregnancy and the existence of Mateo from him. Despite the life-altering revelation, being a father to Mateo brings Toru immense pride and joy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He has no desire to return to his life before Mateo came into it.

Y/n pressed her forehead against his. “If this child is Woojin’s, then we will have to figure out how to co-parent but it’ll be a bridge we’ll cross when we get there.”

The weighty burden he had carried for the past few hours finally lifted. “But regardless of what decision he chooses, I will be beside you.”

Y/n leaned to press her lips to his forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve me because I deserve you. We deserve each other.”

Three weeks later, Y/n was scheduled for the testing.

Toru squeezed her hand, assuring her that everything would be okay. “The nurse said many have gone through this test and there is nothing to worry about, no risk to you or the baby.”

Y/n nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “We’ll be okay.”

Sometime after they were separated, they reunited again. The same nurse who took Y/n away brought her back. As if sensing Toru’s presence, she looked up and smiled tiredly while sitting in a wheelchair. She reached a hand out to him, which he took and squeezed it lightly.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, “let’s go home.”

Toru gently pulled the covers up to her chin and carefully got off the bed without disturbing her.

Y/n groans, curling up into a fetal at the loss of his warmth. Once they reached home, she began experiencing cramping shortly after they got home. They were informed that cramping and light spotting was expected and normal. Toru wanted her to stay with him at his unit so he could monitor her.

He swallowed hard, despising the sensation of helplessness and his inability to alleviate her pain. Plating a gentle and light kiss on her forehead, he allowed her to rest while he stepped away to make a brief phone call to his mom to check on Mateo.

“Hey mom,” he greeted quietly over the phone, “how is Teo?”

When Toru and Y/n had dropped him off with his grandma, Mateo displayed signs of distress. He appeared apprehensive in the unfamiliar surroundings, clinging tightly to Toru. When his grandma attempted to reach for him, Mateo recoiled, refusing to go to her – a behavior that shocked both Toru and Y/n, as he had never exhibited hostility before.

They had to ease him in and get him comfortable before leaving him for a few hours.

“Teo is just like you. The moment you and Y/n disappeared and he noticed it, he looked everywhere for you two.” His mom explained, “you were just like that when you were a baby. But how is Y/n? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay, she is resting,” he felt slightly guilty for not telling the truth to his mom about Y/n’s appointment, only saying she was not feeling good and he was going to take her in. “I’ll be there soon to pick up –“ Toru loses the rest of his words as he turns his head towards his unit door. “Mom, I’ll call you back in a second.”

Walking towards his door, he pressed the button to turn on the camera outside his unit.

His eyes narrowed when he saw someone standing at Y/n’s door, ringing her doorbell and knocking repeatedly on her door.

“Y/n!”

Opening the door, he faces the man head-on. “Can I help you?”

Woojin wiped around, his disheveled hair and ruffled clothing told Toru something didn’t feel right.

“Y/n, where is she?”

Stepping out and closing his door behind him, Toru stood tall, “she is resting.”

Woojin marched across the lobby and grabbed Toru by his collar. “You bastard, is she in there with you?”

Toru emitted a bitter chuckle, “it is none of your business if she is with me, you guys are nothing.”

Woojin shoved Toru against his door, growling, “it is my business when she is my woman and carrying my child.”

Toru’s smile dimmed as his eyes narrowed, and then he shoved him away. “Leave before I have security kick you off the premises and banned.”

Running a hand through his messy hair, Woojin chuckled coldly. “You know it too, is that right?” His silence confirms his assumption. “I will not back down – “

“Toru?”

The two men turned their heads as the door slowly opened revealing a pale Y/n who gripped her abdomen. “Toru?” Her voice shook, “some – something doesn’t feel right…” her legs trembled as she looked down at her feet, her white ankle socks soaked with redness.

. . .

E/n: I know... I know :(

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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The majority of the works here contain smut. They each contain their respective warnings, tags and word counts. Heed them accordingly.

Christopher Bang

↳ Sunshine and Sundresses

There's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes Chris lose all of his self-restraint.

↳ [20:57]

↳ Kinkuary Day 6

Everything sucks. Today might be one of the worst days of your life (and that's against some stiff competition). Fortunately for you, you have a boyfriend who is more than happy to distract you.

Lee Minho

↳ Yes, Sir

Minho had his reservations when you bring up wanting to roleplay a master and maid scenario with him. However, he eventually agrees and he embraces the role more than you anticipated.

Seo Changbin

↳ Untitled

You can always tell when Changbin gets needy. While you'd usually happily ride him until he cries, you're too tired so you two settle on one thing: letting him fuck your thighs.

↳ [20:11]

Hwang Hyunjin

↳ Untitled

Hwang Hyunjin is insufferable. You can't stand him despite the treacherous thoughts that cross your mind. Hyunjin decides to really call into question just how much you seemingly can't stand him.

↳ Need

Your boyfriend looks particularly handsome tonight. It doesn't help that he's been running his fingers along his lips and fiddling with his hands in ways that are far too appealing.

↳ The little things

Nights with Hyunjin are mostly uneventful and not all that world-tiltingly exciting. They're predominantly filled with good-natured bickering and simple domesticity. And you wouldn't change a thing.

↳ Baby fever

Seeing pictures and videos of your boyfriend with a baby inspires a stronger reaction from you than either of you could have anticipated.

↳ Alternative entertainment

A movie night with the guy you've been seeing takes a turn you don't anticipate. Not that you're upset in the slightest.

↳ [19:57]

Han Jisung

↳ Untitled

At this point, you're convinced Jisung just acts out so you punish him.

↳ Untitled

Before either you or Jisung realised it, it had gotten late. Inviting him to spend the night leads to one of the most anxiety inducing and erotic nights of Jisung's life.

↳ The Heat

When your roommate brings home a bag of strange cookies, you two don't think much of it. Assuming whoever sold them to him was lying about them containing an aphrodisiac. You both quickly come to realise that you were very, very incorrect.

Lee Felix

↳ Untitled

Even after all these months after your break up, Felix is still so in love with you. It's with those feelings that he finds himself at your door once more and, you don't turn him away. You never do.

Kim Seungmin

↳ Do you think about me?

Seungmin is the guy you told your ex-boyfriend not to worry about. Turns out he had reasons to be concerned after all.

Multiple members

↳ Kinkuary Day 5 (Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix and Kim Seungmin)

A long awaited catch-up night with your friends takes an...interesting turn after confiding in them that your sex life has been dead for ages now.

I don't write for Woojin and Jeongin.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Having a secondary gender isn't easy on anyone-alpha, beta, omega-they all present unique challenges. But there's something about being a beta-about being a literal buffer, that seems to take more of a toll, and you recognize it in your packmates. Rut? Shitty. Heat? Shitty. Being looked down upon like you're useless and not good for anything? Even more shitty.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ Drabble, Stray Kids Drabble, OT8, ABO, Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics, SKZ!pack, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, SKZ!ABO, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: One allusion to non-con but there are no details, bullying, Wooshit appears briefly, but he's the bully/villain (rightfully so) and we don't stan him here

Title: Special

You smell it before you see anything.

The way your mate’s usual scent-clean laundry, fresh and crisp and bright-sours into something bitter and acrid on your tongue.

You quickly round the corner, forcing down the urge to sprint because you are still in the campus library, and the waves of fear, anxiety, and distress that literally assault you are enough to tell you all you need to know-that and the fact that Jisung is pressed against the table, backpack thrown messily over his shoulder, as if he were trying to leave in a hurry, face pinched, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

The unknown alpha leans toward him with a sneer, holding him in place, and says something in a low voice that you can’t hear, but regardless, you’ve seen everything you needed to.

You’re across the rest of the space in a flash, hand coming down heavily on his own where it rests on Jisung’s forearm, fingers digging into the skin.

“I’d rethink absolutely everything you’re doing right now if I were you, starting with your hand on his arm.”

The man turns to you with a sneer, looking you up and down, but doesn’t release his hold, turning back to Jisung instead of addressing you.

“Ahhh, are you some bitch’s bitch now, Jisungie? That perfectly tracks honestly.”

You flex your fingers where they rest on the other alpha’s hand, and he glances to you with a glower, finally releasing the hold he has on Jisung, who shrinks back behind you, fingers looping almost immediately around your wrist.

The man glances between the two of you, and then the sneer is back, this time, directed at you.

“I’m surprised an alpha wants someone’s sloppy seconds.” He muses, a dark glint in his eye, lips twitching. “Let alone a useless beta-nothing like him.”

Everything inside of you coils at once, and your wolf is growling, long and low and dangerous behind snapping teeth.

“Knock it off, Woojin.” Jisung mutters behind you, and then to you, tugging on your wrist, “Let’s just go, (Y/N).”

The other alpha smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, and his gaze flicks back to Jisung, his eyebrow arching smugly into his hairline.

‘ “You know you’re never gonna find anyone to treat you better than me, Sungie. Not when you’re you.” An audible growl escapes from you now, and the library is filling with the scent of frost.

His smirk only grows wider at your obvious anger and Jisung pulls you harder this time, tugging enough to get you to take a few steps toward the door.

“Please, (Y/N), let’s just go. He’s not worth it.”

You relent, letting Jisung pull you further away from the other alpha, and you’re almost convinced to leave, almost ready to give in to him fully, almost out the door-

But then Woojin calls out after the two of you in a gleeful voice, loud enough for everyone in the library to hear-

“He’s always been such a good little beta for alpha. But I’m sure you’ve already found that out, haven’t you? Because even when his mouth was begging me no, his body always told me yes.”

Jisung freezes in front of you, and suddenly, your vision is blurred by white, hot rage, and ripping your wrist from Jisung’s grasp, you whirl around and punch the other alpha, hard, right in the middle of his stupid, smirking face.

You feel cartilage and bone crunch beneath your knuckles as your fist lands firmly on his nose, and the hit instantly has blood gushing down his chin, dripping onto the front of his shirt.

Behind you, you hear Jisung gasp.

Woojin stumbles back a few steps with the force of the punch, his hand flying to his still gushing nose, eyes wide, jaw slack, and you can’t help it, your wolf preens in triumph over the sight of the crimson blood staining the front of his white shirt.

“What the hell-?”

The smell of icy wisteria petals is almost overwhelming now as you casually shrug and drop your hand back to your side once more, staring the other alpha down.

“Sorry, but I guess your body was just telling me yes.”

He narrows his eyes above his hand as you parrot his disgusting words from earlier, blood still slowly dripping down his chin, and you think he’s almost going to stand his ground, but then there’s a stronger wave of chill in the air, and he backs down with a glare, before he turns and leaves, metaphorical tail between his legs.

You watch him go until he’s out of sight, eyes boring into his back, and then without another backward glance, you turn and grab Jisung’s wrist, pulling him down the stairs behind you.

“What-”

You ignore his shocked, unfinished question, tugging him out of the library, as he stumbles over his own feet, trying to keep up with your determined pace.

When your wolf feels that you’ve put enough space between the library-the other alpha-and the two of you, you drop your hold on his wrist and Jisung collapses back against the nearest wall, gasping dramatically and putting his hand over his heart.

“God, I need you guys to remember that not all of us were blessed with your alpha stamina.”

His voice is a teasing whine, but you can tell by the way his scent isn’t quite back to normal, can tell by the slightly soured tint to the clean laundry, that he’s still shook up over what just happened.

Your wolf is telling you to do something, to scent, to mark, to claim, but you can’t do that right now, so instead, you do the next best things, and cage him against the wall with your arms.

Jisung startles, looking up at you with wide dark eyes, caught off guard, and you hold his gaze, not letting him look away.

“He had no right to say any of that shit to you.” Your wolf growls, and you can feel the way the rage is making every muscle in your body taut, hot, ready.

Jisung swallows hard, and nods, the tiniest gesture.

“Jisung.” He looks away, ducking his head, but you reach up and catch his chin in your fingers, forcing him to look at you again, his vision slowly glazing over with unshed tears.

“Yeah. I know.”

It’s not good enough. None of it is good enough. You’re not good enough.

“Listen, that asshole. Your ex-?”

Jisung gives the tiniest of nods and you fight off another wave of anger.

“Those are just absolute lies that he’s told himself, disgusting ideas that he’s forced himself to believe, so he doesn’t have to deal with the stupidity of losing someone as incredible as you.”

Jisung sniffs, and reaches up to swipe at his nose with the back of his hand, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

You doggedly continue on.

“Promise me. Promise me, if you ever, ever feel like you’re not enough, or if we’re not doing enough to make you see how truly special you really are, god, Jisungie, promise you’ll tell me, and I’ll make sure we work even harder until we get it right.”

Jisung sniffles.

“You do enough, alpha. I promise.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding and reach up to swipe at the one stray tear that has broken through his lash line, and he gives you the hint of a wobbly smile.

“Listen.” You return the smile, though it’s small and doesn’t quite feel right. “You can cry, okay? But just give me a heads up first, alright? Cause I might need to distance myself so that I don’t do something stupid I’ll regret.”

Jisung grins now, and it reaches his eyes, and soothes your wolf just a bit.

“Alpha a little riled?”

You sigh and reach up to brush back a lock of his hair.

“More than a little.” You feel the hot rage back in your stomach, as you think back to the library and the possessiveness of your wolf once again raises its head at the thought. “I swear to god, I’d go back right now and hunt that son of a bitch down, just to tear him limb from limb, and I’d take my time too, slowly, so that I could enjoy every minute of it.”

Jisung huffs and covers his face with his hands, and then he groans out, “God, why is it so hot when you or the hyungs go into alpha protective mode?”

“Biology.” You laugh and reach up to tug his hands down, away from his face, and your wolf turns happy circles at the slight dusting of pink on his cheeks. “And you’re probably just whipped, honestly.”

Jisung groans again and tries to cover his face in embarrassment once more, but you tangle your fingers with his so he can’t and press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

The smell of laundry is back-clean, sharp, fresh-and there’s not a hint of the tainted sourness from before in sight.

“C’mon baby, let’s go home. ******

“Hey, we’re home!”

Jisung pushes in through the apartment door and drops his hold on your hand, kicking off his sneakers as Minho appears in the doorway to the kitchen, one brow raised.

“Did you actually study?” The older alpha asks, looking clearly skeptical.

“Yes!” Jisung pouts, sticking his tongue out at the other man, before Minho leaps forward and ruffles his hair.

Jisung jumps back behind you for protection, and Chan appears in the doorway behind Minho, resting his chin on the other alpha’s shoulder as he offers the two of you a fond smile.

“Good timing, dinner’s almost ready.”

“Thank god.” Jisung whines, dodging another swipe from Minho. “I’m starving.”

Felix pops up behind the alphas, grin so bright and big that it makes his eyes almost disappear and his freckles crinkle into one.

“And I made cookies!”

You offhandedly wonder how many members of your pack the tiny clown car kitchen can hold at one time.

Jisung groans and shoots a grateful look to the other boy.

“Lix, you are seriously my hero.” He exclaims, before something uncertain comes across his expression. “I think I’m gonna shower first though. The library-”

He stumbles over his next words, large dark and suddenly worried and you jump in to save him with a hand on his shoulder.

“-is kind of a lot.” You finish helpfully, and Jisung looks to you with relief in his large, dark eyes.

Your scent rots slightly as your mind slips back to the events of the day, like flowers wilting in the too hot heat of the midday sun, and Minho shoots you a pointed look, one brow raised, but thankfully, his expression remains as schooled and blank as ever.

Jisung nods a little bit more animatedly than usual. “Yeah, yeah. And I just wanna smell like me after a long day.”

Felix slips out from behind the two older and throws his arm around Jisung, already tugging him in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’ll come with you!”

It’s an unspoken rule that if any of the members of the pack are home, you never showers alone.

You watch them go, waiting till you hear the sound of the door click before you lean back against the wall and let out the breath you have been holding.

Minho pounces immediately.

“Did something happen?”

“What?” You glance up at him and try to play dumb, though you know by the look on his face that he’s not buying it, especially with the smell of cold frost starting to stagnate in the air.

Chan lets out a growl and steps out from behind Minho, his head alpha instantly raising its head.

“What happened?”

And maybe it’s because they’re backing you into a corner, or maybe you’re still on edge from dealing with everything from earlier, maybe it’s the heavy weight of the rage still boiling in your stomach, or maybe it’s the fact that Jisung cried-

But whatever it is, Chan’s pointed question is the last thing to tip it over the edge, and suddenly your temper is snapping-quick, fast, unexpected.

“Nothing happened okay? I handled it and everything is fine. God, you two act like I can’t protect our mates as well as you can, but I’m an alpha too you know!”

You have never, ever yelled at anyone in the pack before, but it’s too much, and your knuckles are stinging now, tucked away into the fabric of your pants, and all you can smell is Jisung’s scent from earlier-all wrong in so many different ways-and your wolf is snarling and snapping and begging for a fight because everything is all wrong.

Minho’s expression has instantly hardened at your explosion, dark eyes going steely as he stares you down.

“Show your head alpha some respect.”

You see the way his lips lift, can practically see the wolf in his slightly bared teeth, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, because everything is spiraling out of control, and you’re being dragged down with it.

So you step toe to toe with Minho and hold his gaze.

“No offense, Minho? But I don’t give a shit right now about disrespect. You’re calling into question my ability to keep our mates safe and you and I both know that’s absolute bullshit.”

A low snarl starts in the back of Minho’s throat, and an answering one builds behind your clenched teeth.

A wave of harsh amber mixes with the potent smell of decaying flowers that fills the air.

Chan, ever the level headed, steps between the two of you, a palm flat against either of your chests, and his eyes are golden lava now, swirling and dangerous and serious, head alpha on full display.

“Okay, seriously? Knock it off.”

You glare at Minho for another brief second and then draw in a breath through your teeth before looking away, stepping back from Chan’s restraining hand as you do so, because the feel of someone touching you right now is just bringing back the crunch of that dick’s nose beneath your knuckles, and it’s doing nothing to assuage your anger.

“Now.” Chan glances over at you, but you don’t meet his gaze, your aching hand balling into a fist in the unseen safety of your pocket. “Let’s try this again. Like people this time.”

Minho takes in a deep calming breath and forcibly relaxes his shoulders, stepping back to lean against the opposite wall of the hallway, as far away from you as he can get in the cramped space of the entry.

When he doesn’t say anything, you don’t either, because you’re sure as hell not apologizing first, or even at all.

Chan sighs-long and tired-and a wave of rain dampened earth washes over you.

You know what he’s doing, and it’s not going to work.

“(Y/N).”

Chan says your name, and when you glance up at him, he raises a brow at you, as if to show you he’s waiting.

“Did something happen at the library?”

You grit your teeth. “Yes. But I took care of it.”

Another sigh.

“What happened?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Minho snorts under his breath and mumbles out, loud enough for you to hear, “You really don’t have a choice.”

The anger flares up again and you have a brief image of sinking your teeth into his throat, if only to shut him up.

“Oh piss off, Minho.”

He raises a slender brow in your direction, and his lips quirk into the hint of the start of a humorless smirk.

“I’d really like to see you try to make me, sweetheart.”

If he’s trying to get under your skin, the use of the familiar pet name said so coldly does the trick, grating across your ears and only adding fuel to the fire.

Chan looks like he’s ready to physically jump between the two of you again, ready to hold you back should you start throwing punches, but your hand is already throbbing and you’ve swung enough today, so instead, you step back, away from Minho’s smug look, away from Chan’s weary one, and turn on your heel without a backward glance at either of them.

“I’m going to bed.”

The apartment smells like an entire field of blooms has just died and nothing is left except for the decaying, sharp reminder of the beauty that once was.

****

“Shit.” You curse beneath your breath as the bandage once again unravels for what feels like the millionth time, curling on the bathroom floor at your feet.

Hot, angry tears are threatening, and they only serve to make you more furious at yourself.

The sound of the door opening and the wave of cardamom that accompanies it has you swearing between gritted teeth again, reaching down for the bandage, not even deigning to look up.

“Seriously, Minho?” You seethe hotly between your teeth, movements jerky, as you try to wrap your knuckles once more, unsuccessfully. “I’m not in the mood.”

You don’t know why he’s here and you don’t care.

“God!” You huff out angrily, throwing the bandage down now, clenching your hands into fists, ignoring the urge to wince as your raw knuckles pulse painfully with the sudden movement.

Minho catches you off guard by crouching at your feet, and picking up the discarded length of wrap, he grasps your injured hand between long fingers, and without a word, begins to expertly wind the flexible fabric around your knuckles.

He stays silent for a moment, eyes following what he’s doing, purposefully ignoring the split, red of your skin, the dark purple of the already forming bruises, and you don’t owe him an explanation, don’t owe him anything, but the silence is stifling and the smell of amber is overwhelming and-

“I punched a guy.”

You don’t know why you blurt it out, don’t know why you’re telling him, but saying it out loud reduces the weight on your chest, calms the anger still licking at the walls of your stomach, if only a little.

Minho hums under his breath in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything else, not until he’s secured the tightly wound wrap at the base of your wrist, and then he looks up at you, and there’s slight amusement hidden in the dark recesses of his irises, and you don’t know how to take it.

“That was incredibly stupid of you.”

You scoff and look at nothing in particular, the ceiling maybe.

“Yeah, I know.”

When he doesn’t immediately reply, you remove your hand from his hold, stretching and flexing the fingers, and you hate to admit it, but he’s done a pretty damn good job.

Minho is silent for another brief moment, and then he simply gets right to the point, and you wouldn’t expect anything else from him honestly.

“Why’d you punch him?”

You hesitate, and then sigh, staring past him to a point on the closed bathroom door, and a strong, blast of icy frost cools the air, like drinking too cold water after stupidly chewing a spearmint.

“He said some things. About Jisung.”

You don’t look at him, instead, now watching the way the newly applied bandage moves with your fingers as you curl and uncurl them, over and over, where they rest in your lap.

The cardamom spikes now, so strong and spicy that it makes your eyes water, or maybe that’s just the tears you’ve held back for too long, finally trying to fight their way out.

“What did he say?” Minho’s voice is a dangerously calm murmur in the back of his throat, like the moment of respite before the storm, and your wolf whines under the sudden fury of his own.

You get it. You feel the same way, are fighting the same white hot urge, to do something, anything, even if it just means putting your fist through a wall in an unproductive outlet for the blinding rage.

“I’m not-” You shake your head, and you’re biting your lip so hard, trying to stay so desperately in control, that you taste the salty copper of your own blood start to leak into your mouth. “That’s up to Jisung, if he wants to tell you. To tell anyone. But just trust me, okay, when I say that every word that fell from that bastard’s lips were disgusting, selfish lies only meant to cause pain. And they did. And I couldn’t not do something, Minho.”

Minho seems to fight with himself, whether to push you any further, but in the end, he seems to respect your decision, giving a terse nod that you catch from the corner of your eye, and then he sits back on his heels, letting out a long, barely controlled breath.

When you finally allow yourself to look at him, the swirling gold in his irises is only barely starting to die down, and his lips are pressed into a thin, hard line, hinting at the only just restrained anger beneath his blank mask.

“So he deserved it then. The punch, I mean.”

You answer without hesitation, sudden confident fire behind your eyes.

“Absolutely.”

You expect Minho to nod, to leave, now that he’s gotten the answers he’s came for, but instead, he surprises you, leaning over to awkwardly pat the top of your head, as if he’s giving affection to a beloved pet dog.

“Good girl.”

You can’t help the slight purr your wolf lets out at the clear action of approval, although human you immediately shoots him a glare and smacks his hand away from you without any real malice.

“Don’t pet me like a dog.”

Something amused lights up Minho’s eyes at your words, and a slight smirk creases his full upper lip.

“C’mon. Think hard about that choice of words, sweetheart.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes, but you’re glad to feel the tension between the two of you finally start to dissipate.

His next words appear to physically pain him as he once again catches you completely off guard.

“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier.”

You stare at him, not quite sure you’ve heard right, and then close your mouth, before you glance away from him and mutter out beneath your breath, “It’s fine. I’m sorry too.” Neither of you are very good with apologies.

Finally, Minho clears his throat, and speaks into the awkward silence.

“How mad do you think Chan would be if the two of us just happened to run into this asshole and accidentally break a few of his limbs?”

You bite back a smile and pretend to regard him seriously.

“Absolutely furious. He’d totally kill us.”

The slight smile is back on Minho’s lips as he raises an eyebrow, returning your gaze in a silent question.

“But it’d be worth it right?”

You grin now.

“Totally worth it.”

*****

Now that you and Minho have made up, you rejoin the rest of the pack for movie night.

As you’re waiting for the omegas to pick a movie, Changbin settles into the empty space on the couch next to you, and grunts out beneath his breath, “Heard you and Minho got into it earlier.”

You sigh and Changbin shrugs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, as if he’s anticipating you feeling guilty, though you don’t in the slightest.

“Hey, listen. I get it. There’s very few times when Minho speaks that I don’t want to actually punch him in the face.”

You laugh then and Changbin grins, and the tension once again dissipates.

The omegas finally settle on some romantic comedy that you’ve all seen a hundred times-”but it’s a classic” whines Felix-and everyone settles down in their spots on the couch and on the floor, munching on popcorn and various other snacks, just enjoying each other’s company.

It’s not until Felix starts playing with your fingers between his own that anyone besides Minho notices the cloth wrapped around your knuckles.

“Noona, what happened?” Felix gasps over the sounds of the movie, unwittingly drawing the attention of everyone else in the room.

Chan’s eyes darken noticeably as he seems to glance at your hand for the first time, and Minho sighs heavily from beside him, shooting you a pointed look as if to say see we knew this would happen.

You hurry to comfort Felix before Chan’s head alpha, and anyone else, can get too worked up.

“It’s nothing, Lixie.” You assure him, reaching out to pat his head, before you squeeze his cheek between your fingers, as the worried look in his wide dark eyes, reflected in the light from the tv screen, slowly starts to fade in the face of your calming scent. “I just hurt myself at the gym. That’s all.”

Minho shoots you another look, this one saying something along the lines of wow, really good lie, no one’s gonna see through that one dumbass, but you ignore him, offering the omega as bright a smile as you can muster as Chan seems to take a deep breath and force himself to relax.

You see Jisung shift uncomfortably out of the corner of your eye where he sits beside Hyunjin, and your wolf whines, attention focused solely on the beta.

“We can tell you’re lying by your scent, you know.” Hyunjin remarks offhandedly, bored already with the movie, not looking up from surfing his phone.

Jisung looks close to crying now, and you find yourself growing agitated, all the emotions from before being brought to the forefront once more, and as the smell of detergent bitters, the decay of wilting flowers grows almost overpowering in response.

“Just drop it, would you?” You snap at Hyunjin without thinking, and suddenly, several pairs of wide, shocked eyes are locked on you.

You flex your fingers and the raw stinging pain it creates in your knuckles is enough to ground you, as you take in a long breath through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“It’s my fault.”

Every pair of eyes in the room now turns to Jisung, looking tiny and forlorn in the middle of the couch, visibly curling into himself, tears pooling in the corners of his large, dark eyes.

He bites his lip and doesn’t look at any of you, and your wolf is whimpering, but you don’t make any sort of movement toward him, just breathe out, “No, Sungie, it’s fine-”

“She got into a fight.” Jisung looks at Chan now, who is on high alert, every muscle in his body tense. “Because of me. I’m sorry, hyung.”

Chan stares at the withering beta for another long moment, and then he’s whirling on you, eyes flashing an angry copper.

“You got into a fight?”

His words are quiet, eerily calm, but you can see the barely withheld fury just beneath his expressionless mask.

You bristle under his stare, and for the second time today, feel at odds with the other alpha.

“Yeah but-”

Chan cuts you off with a snarl, and the rest of the pack members are so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Did you even consider the consequences? Consider that you could be putting Jisung-a beta and our mate-in serious danger?”

It’s all so unfair, so misconstrued, and your heart is suddenly loud, angry, in your ears, blood pounding furiously beneath your skin, and every inch of you is focused not on the angry alpha before you, but Jisung, sinking further and further into the couch as the argument progresses, trying to disappear. .

“No, but that’s-”

Chan surges to his feet, and you know you should be cowed, know you should back down, but you can’t, because you’re tired and angry and altogether feeling a little bit too protective right now, and so you stand to meet him, right there in the middle of the living room, movie forgotten.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“It was one punch!” You snap back, matching his step toward you, so close now that your noses are almost brushing. “And I was thinking about Jisung that’s why I-”

“I can’t believe you-”

“Would you let me finish?”

It’s the second time today, once again, that you’ve raised your voice at Chan, at any member of the pack, and it goes over about as well as you’d expect, the head alpha’s eyes flashing dangerously, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Behind him, Minho rises from the couch and puts a careful hand on his shoulder.

“Chan-”

The air is so heavy with incoming thunder clouds that it’s hard to breathe.

Chan shakes him off roughly, still staring you down, but he doesn’t speak over you again, so you take the brief opportunity to surge forward.

“If you would just listen to me, I could explain everything, but you’re so worried about your big, scary head alpha ego that I can’t get a word in edgewise!”

Chan’s lips pull up into the start of a snarl, and a low growl rumbles from his throat, but you don’t back down, holding his glare with one of your own.

Changbin is up beside you now too, and you can tell he’s poised to jump in if this physically comes to blows judging by the look he gives Minho across the two of you.

“Watch your tone.”

You scoff, and you know it’s a bad move, but you can’t help yourself.

“Then watch yours, alpha.”

You’re both menacingly in the other’s space, and you’re clenching your fingers so tightly that your knuckles are screaming in protest, but the pain keeps you on edge, alert, as you stare down the other alpha.

The room is drowning in damp and frost, violently at odds.

“Stop, will you just stop!”

All eyes turn to Jisung, up from the couch now, hands clenched into fists, tear stained cheeks hot and red, bottom lip quivering as he stares at the two of you.

Chan sighs and reaches out a hand toward the obviously upset beta.

“Jisung-”

“No!” He shakes his head violently, obviously catching himself, and Chan, off guard with his forceful denial. “No.” He repeats again, softer this time, tears dripping once more. “This was all my fault, okay? So stop blaming her. And blame me instead.”

Your wolf balks at the idea instantly, snarling and snapping.

“Jisung-” You try, voice soft and careful, taking a cautious step away from Chan and toward the beta, who looks dangerously close to fleeing the room.

He shakes his head once more, and rips his hand out of Hyunjin’s grasp, desperately trying to keep him in place, and takes a faltering step toward the door.

“No. He was right, okay? I can’t do anything right. I’m useless. And I’m sorry. I’m so-”

His words are cut off by a choked sob, and he turns and flees the living room.

Chan moves to go after him, and it has your wolf snarling, turning on him in an instant, fangs bared and dangerous possessive gold swirling beneath your irises.

“Don’t.” You warn in a low, oddly calm voice, and for once, he listens to you, immediately stopping in his tracks at the strong wave of frosted pine that rolls off of you. “I think you’ve done enough.”

He opens his mouth, and the anger is gone from his face, replaced by exhaustion, but you don’t let him speak, whirling on your heel without another glance and following Jisung out of the living room, away from the rest of the pack.

******

You’re not surprised to see Jisung curled up in the middle of the betas’ shared bed, hidden under the fabric of the comforter, but you are slightly surprised that he doesn’t even try to fight you when you slide in next to him and pull him into your arms.

He probably recognized you from your scent the moment you walked through the door but still.

You don’t say anything for a minute, listening to the muted sound of his sniffles, hands rubbing absently, comfortingly over the fabric of his hoodie that covers his stomach, and finally, he whispers out, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you still apologizing?” You question seriously, nosing against the bare skin at the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder, feeling the way he trembles and shrinks into you as you brush comfortingly against his scent gland.

“Because.” He sighs, the sound shuddering off at the end, and he sounds so tired, it makes your heart ache and your wolf whine pitifully. “You got hurt, and I made you and hyung fight-”

“You didn’t make us do anything.” You interrupt firmly, reaching up to stroke back damp dark hair from the skin of his forehead with the palm of your hand. “Chan and I are both adults who make our own decisions. We were at odds, yes, but it truthfully had nothing to do with you. Maybe that was the trigger, but it wasn’t the end. Sometimes alphas just get a little bit too protective for their own good. We’ll make up eventually. We always do.”

Jisung sniffs and reaches up to wipe at his nose with the back of his hand, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

You reach up and carefully free the plump skin with the pad of your thumb, before cupping his chin and angling his head to meet your gaze.

“Promise me something.”

Jisung swallows as your scent spikes, wisteria blooming in the space between the two of you.

“Okay.”

You run a finger along the line of his jaw, then across the arch of his cheekbones, down the sloped tip of his nose, tracing the outline of his full, pink lips.

“Promise me, that you won’t ever give that son of a bitch-or the completely untruthful things he said-another thought.”

Jisung is silent, chewing on his bottom lip again beneath your stern gaze, and after a few moments of saying nothing, you smile halfheartedly and tap him under the chin, a wordless plea to look at you again.

He does so reluctantly, and you cock your head, looking at him curiously.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby?”

Jisung sighs and buries his head in the safety of your chest, and instead of trying to dig him back out, you simply begin to card your fingers through his hair, soft ebony locks like silk between your fingers.

“What if he’s right though?”

“He’s not.” You reply without room for arguement and Jisung whines, low and sad in his throat, and your wolf is begging you to do something.

“Jisung.”

You use your alpha voice when you say his name, and it instantly has him looking up at you, eyes wide and pupils dark.

You soften your tone, reaching up to thumb gently at the corner of his mouth.

“You and I both know he’s not. You are a vital member of this pack, and we would be incomplete without you.”

“Stop chewing on your lip.” You laugh gently and free the poor, reddening skin from between the beta’s teeth once more.

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing.” You tease lightly, reaching up to boop the tip of his nose with your finger, and you’re pleased to see the corner of his mouth tick, as if he’s thinking about smiling.

The door creaks open, and Minho appears, shutting it quietly, before leaning back against the solid wood and blowing out a long low whistle from between his teeth.

“Shit. I’ve never seen Chan that angry before.”

You roll your eyes at the other alpha’s name and don’t look at the newcomer, instead, burying your nose into Jisung’s hair, breathing in the ever clearing scent of clean laundry.

“Yeah, well.”

Minho appears at the edge of the bed, and there is a slightly proud smirk on his lips ashe regards you.

“I’ve also never seen him back down that quickly.”

You grin into Jisung’s hair and repeat again, smugly this time, with a slight shrug, “Yeah, well.”

“Hyung.” Jisung whines from within your arms, making grabby hands at the other alpha, and though Minho sighs heavily and rolls his eyes, he slides into the bed with the two of you without any protest, sandwiching Jisung’s other side.

You meet his gaze over the top of the beta’s head, and raise a brow at him.

“What?”

Minho shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just still impressed.”

You flash him a smirk. “Ah, don’t be intimidated, baby.”

Minho rolls his eyes again, so hard you’re afraid they’re going to fall out, and flashes you the bird behind Jisung’s head.

“Yeah, whatever, sweetheart. If you ever tell anyone I admitted that, I’ll gut you like a fish.”

“I could be into that.”

Jisung stirs between the two of you and glances up from beneath dark bangs, eyes wide and doe like, rimmed by long, black lashes.

Your wolf purrs at the sight.

“Weird. But also.” He glances at Minho now, lips slightly parted. “Hyung, did you patch up her hand?”

“Hey.” You protest, tickling his side lightly until he jerks his hips away from you slightly in an effort to get out of reach. You pull him right back. “How do you know I didn’t do it myself?”

Jisung audibly scoffs. “Please. I’ve seen Changbin-hyung put on your bandaids for you. You’re not fooling anyone.” You gasp dramatically and look across at Minho with a stare that clearly says can you believe this punk?, but he only raises a brow in return, as if to say, I absolutely can.

“Yes, I bandaged her knuckles.” He glances back to you. “You’re welcome by the way.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he leans across Jisung to try and grab it and rip it from between your teeth.

Luckily, you’re quick enough to escape the very obvious attack.

You glance down at Jisung, and he seems sleepy, comforted by the cocktail of you and Minho’s scents.

“Feeling better, Sungie?” You ask, running your fingers up and down his throat, carefully tracing his scent glands.

“Mmhmm.” He hums out, and then he cracks an eye open and glances up at you. “You’re gonna make up with Chan-hyung right?”

You sigh and Minhos hides an amused smirk in the edge of Jisung’s hair as you glare over at him before turning back to the beta.

“Yeah. Eventually.” You admit, not quite sure what else he wants from you right now.

“Good.” It seems to placate him, because Jisung nods and closes his eyes again, snuggling into your warmth. “I don’t like when my alphas fight.”

Minho snorts from his other side. “Yeah, and apparently, one of us isn’t very good at it, because no one with correct form would mark their knuckles up that badly from one punch.”

“Sorry, Jisung baby.” You say, cracking said knuckles as you look across to the smug Minho with a hot glare. “Looks like the alphas are going to be fighting a little bit longer because I suddenly have to kick Minho’s ass.”

Minho’s smirk only grows. “I’d love to see you try, sweetheart. Now that I’ve seen the way you fight, I’m not all that terrified.”

Jisung laughs between the two of you-high and clear and so intrinsically Jisung-and everything feels right again.

Your wolf relaxes for the first time since that morning as the air is finally filled with the clear, undeniable scent of freshly done laundry.

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geonwooz · 7 months

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♡ WOO-TIDDIES — HONG WOOJIN

bf!woojin x reader | wc : 0.1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, domestic fluff, established relationship

fridays were your favorite days.

who doesn't want to start off their weekend by laying their head on their boyfriend's chest while watching something on tv?

"your chest is comfy," you muttered, wrapping your arms around woojin as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"really?" he checked, wanting to know if his chest was really as comfortable as you had stated. "is it comfortable like this?"

you nodded in reply. "yep, this is perfect," you said, sighing in contentment. "my very own pillow; the woo-tiddies."

chest vibrating as he laughed, woojin looked down, his smile widening as he met your eyes. his fingers continued to graze your scalp, both of you content in each other's embrace.

"oh, shut up," woojin scoffed, pausing for a moment as you expected what his next words were. "i love you, you know, y/n? i love you so much."

"and i love you so much more, hong woojin."

yep, fridays are definitely your favorite.

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

#[📝] works #bloodhounds #bloodhounds imagines #bloodhounds scenarios #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds woojin #woojin imagines #woojin scenarios #hong woojin imagines #hong woojin x reader #hong woojin drabbles #bloodhounds drabbles #hong woojin #bloodhounds kdrama

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scarletttries · 5 months

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Hello 🤗 I wanted to ask that since you have already done nsfw alphabet for bloodhounds, can you pls also write fluff alphabet for them?

Thank you ❤️

Hello lovely anon, thank you for this request, I have now written Fluff Alphabets for both of the Bloodhounds boys here on my bloodhounds Masterlist ❤️🥰

#writing #fanfiction #requests #one shot #bloodhounds kdrama #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds netflix #bloodhounds imagines #bloodhounds #kim gunwoo imagines #gunwoo x reader #gunwoo imagines #kim gunwoo #gunwoo scenarios #woojin x reader #woo jin imagines #hong woojin

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chicken-fifi · 9 months

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KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

Reactions:

Imagines:

-> Professor / Park Sunho

-> Berlin / Song Jongho

I'm Not Leaving You 🥺

-> Tokyo / Lee Hongdan

-> Rio / Han Joseph

-> Moscow / Oh Mansik

-> Denver / Oh Taeksu

Liabilities 🥺🥰

-> Nairobi / Sim Youngmun

-> Helsinki / Ko Myungtae

-> Oslo / Lee Sangyeon

-> Seon Woojin

-> Cha Moohyuk

-> Yoon Miseon

-> More characters can be requested for these are just a few

Headcanons:

Park Sunho / The Professor (Money Heist Korea) Headcanon | You Get Hurt in the Mint

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shippertrashville · 6 months

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So i just saw this article where Bloodhounds’ director Kim was interviewed. And he said that originally Heon ju and Gun Woo were supposed to lead the final 2 episodes. That could mean originally Woojin wasn’t supposed to survive the bloodbath in Ep6 and i’m just (!!!!)

OMG now that scenario is stuck in my head

#bloodhounds netflix #kim gunwoo #hong woo jin #netflix bloodhounds #omfg im losing my mind over this bits #imagine what could have been the last 2 episodes #angst filled #im glad woojin survives

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still-astray · 2 years

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HELLUR!! I’m back!!! So I have a request for Sophie where she gets like bullied at school bc ppl don’t like how she joined skz and they are basically ot8 so I was hoping we could get the members reaction to that? 🍿⚾️ I hope these are the right emojis😭

hiii!! <33 ofc!! this sounds SOO interesting to write! (and dw you’ve got the right emojis😊❤️)

taglist: @fromfreesia @skz-angel @skzfairies @mynameisnotlaura

if you want to be added, just send in an ask ❤️❤️

Bullies

Sophie encounters her first antis

genre: angst

word count: 1k (scenario only)

warnings: bullies, hate directed towards sophie (physical and verbal)

“Sophie!“ The familiar nasty voice rang out through the noisy school hallway.

Hearing it, Sophie sighed, not ready to deal with another day of Miyeon’s clique. But she turned, knowing that the other girls- and the couple of guys that always hung out with them- would persist until she lost her cool and yelled.

Then it would be Sophie’s fault. Having had to explain to Chan once already about being sent to the principal because of losing her temper, Sophie was in no frame of mind to do so again.

Miyeon stood at the front of her small crowd, one hand placed her her perfectly popped hip and her typical how-dare-you-walk-the-same-floor-as-me expression twisting her otherwise pretty features. “Sophie, Sophie, Sophie,” she clucked, holding out her phone. “Have you seen the latest trending Twitter post about you?”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “No, I haven’t, and I don’t want to.”

“Suit yourself.” Miyeon took her phone back. “Aren’t you at all curious what it is?”

Sophie hesitated, only to count ten so she wouldn’t lash out, but Miyeon took it as a yes and began to narrate. “Stray Kids’ Newest Member Proves Herself Unworthy to Perform,” she read aloud loftily, emphasizing all the right words to make it sound even worse than it was already. “While performing in Chicago on the group’s second world tour, Stray Kids’ Sophie slips on stage during their performance of Easy due to her high heels. JYP Entertainment immediately released a statement stating that Sophie is well enough to perform, but that she will not be participating in any of the choreography for the rest of the tour. Needless to say, the image of one member sitting off to the side on a chair dampens the entire vision of an energetic Stray Kids concert.” Miyeon paused to look over at Sophie smugly. “If you can’t dance,” she sneered, “then why did Chan let you into the group? No, wait: why was JYP himself blind enough to let you in if you can’t keep it together onstage?”

“They let me in because of my vocals,” snapped Sophie, already in tears and trying not to start yelling. “Not because of my dance skills, because Minho and Hyunjin and Felix are excellent teachers and Chan and I were both confident that I could come up to par.”

Miyeon smiled pityingly. “But you obviously couldn’t,” she said patronizingly, “because look what-“

“SHUT UP!!”

Miyeon stopped talking, an expression of total shock replacing her earlier sneer.

“I’m done with being bullied just because you can’t stand the thought of your precious boy group including a girl,” Sophie spit out, lowering her voice when she realized that her first outburst had been akin to a scream. “You obviously didn’t pay attention to the concerts before Chicago, because I performed immaculately on every stage before then. I fell because of my shoes, you idiot, not because I suck at dancing!”

“Look, I’ve always thought you could dance really well,” cut in Sunyeong, Miyeon’s closest friend. “But we all know that JYP chose to add you in because you’d suffice as a replacement for Woojin.”

Sophie felt like a truck had crashed into her chest at full speed, leaving her speechless, unable to breathe for a few seconds.

Miyeon immediately latched on to this new train of thought. “Don’t you remember what JYP said when he added Minho and Felix back during the survival show?” she asked, her sly smile back in an instant. “He said specifically that there was just something about Stray Kids as nine that was so special he couldn’t disrupt it. Stray Kids wasn’t the same when they were missing members.”

“So when he found out you were a possibility to join,” finished Sunyeong, smiling just as smugly as Miyeon, “of course-“

“I AM NOT A REPLACEMENT FOR WOOJIN!!” Sophie’s voice resounded through the hall, and the between-classes buzz died down almost instantly. “None of us have ever conveyed in any way that we thought that!” she continued, pushing through the misery of having hundreds of eyes watching her in this extremely unideal situation. “And none of us have thought it, ever. I don’t know where you get your delusions, laser brain,” she unconsciously quoted from Star Wars, “but I am not a replacement for anyone, I never have been, and I never will be.” Her voice cracked on the last few words, and she sank to the floor in tears, unable to take the hate any longer.

“Okay, everybody, move along,” barked a familiar authoritative voice, and a moment later Sophie felt a hand on her shoulder. “Not you, Miyeon. And the rest of her crowd, you guys stay here too.” Principal Kang’s voice softened as he turned to Sophie. “Sophie, we’ll sort out the yelling situation later, okay? Right now I’ve got a more pressing matter to deal with.”

As Principal Kang helped Sophie to her feet, the girl’s long sleeve slid up her arm, revealing an ugly mosaic of bruises coloring her arm.

“Oh, my God!” gasped the principal, horrified. “Sophie, who did this to you?”

Sophie, her head hung low, pointed at Miyeon’s crowd.

This time Principal Kang couldn’t keep the venom from his tone. “Everyone to my office. Now.”

•🧚🏻‍♀️•

A few minutes later, Sophie sat in the office for the second time that semester. Only this time, Miyeon’s clique was scattered around the room as well.

“Okay, Sophie,” said Principal Kang. “Tell your story.”

“It started when I started school this fall, after our Maniac tour,” Sophie began, her voice low and quiet. “At first they were just taunts, meant to annoy me and drive me crazy. But soon it turned to hate. First verbal, then…” Her voice caught, and she had to stop for a moment.

“Then what?” asked the principal, doing his best to hide his anger at the situation.

“Then it turned physical. I’ve been hit, shoved against lockers and knocked hard to the sidewalk, all multiple times. One time they pushed me down a small flight of stairs. I sprained my wrist trying to stop my fall, and nearly blacked out.”

When she finished, Principal Kang’s mouth was set into a thin line. When he spoke, his voice was cold and hard, absolutely no sympathy for those on the receiving end of the coming justice. “We will take care of this.”

Members’ Reactions:

Chan:

absolutely livid

doesn’t even realize for a while that sophie had been called a replacement, and when he realizes that, he’s angry all over again

actually calls up the school and asks if the students who bullied sophie will be expelled

when he finds out they will only be suspended (for a long time) he contacts JYP and asks him if he can take sophie out of school and she learn at home

and boom, now sophie’s homeschooled

every time they go out, he makes sure she’s surrounded by at least three members as an extra safety measure

Minho:

just as angry as chan but decides not to show it

spends three hours collaborating with seungmin on a list of comebacks for sophie to memorize if she’s ever bullied again

puts together a video compilation of her dancing compared to his, hyunjin’s, and felix’s to show her just how good she’s become in the last few months

tries to convince chan to limit her phone to texting and calling only but chan vetoes that

because, after all, “a teenager needs her phone, and i trust her to be mature about the hate situation”

Changbin:

looks less bothered than the others

but secretly he’s learning and designing defense methods to teach sophie so she can defend herself properly if someone tries to physically hurt her again

does his best to always be one of the three surrounding her in public

if he sees her getting nervous he’ll take her hand and start swinging it gently and crack some jokes

Hyunjin:

unofficial captain of the “sophie recovery team”

which includes him, jisung, felix, and seungmin as regular members

in charge of the physical recovery department

which involves making sure her bruises are fading, that she doesn’t have any obvious head injury symptoms, etc.

sketches or paints a little something for her everyday that features a quote against a beautiful background

usually the quote is something about the members being thankful that she joined them

sometimes though he goes to social media and picks out really encouraging posts or comments about her from fans and uses those instead

Jisung:

the moment sophie gets home from school on that awful day he drags her to the living room to show her a powerpoint he and felix made about why she belongs in stray kids

actually more hurt than angry over the bullying situation, he tried to imagine what it would be like to be in her place and now the empathy has overrun the anger

escorts her to school every morning while they’re getting the go-ahead for homeschooling and if he can’t pick her up himself he makes sure one of the other members does

one time none of the members could make it so he called up a bunch of different people and ended up getting sana and momo from twice to pick her up

just goes to show how intent he is on her safety outside the building

almost succeeded in getting her to wear makeshift padding underneath the long sleeves she still wears but minho backed up sophie’s protests and they ended up winning

wanted jeongin to pretend to be sophie’s boyfriend that had just transferred schools but thankfully for everyone’s sanity chan vetoes that one with a “smart thinking but no”

Felix:

collaborates on jisung’s powerpoint

makes a salt dough and has everyone press their handprint into it

blindfolds sophie and has her do it that way

then it turns out to be a forever imprint of stray kids as they are with sophie

uses kneading the salt dough as his emotional release, takes out his frustration on the salt dough

because sophie’s mood often fluctuates a little based off the members’ moods and he doesn’t want her to pick up on how he actually feels about the whole situation

in truth he agrees with chan that the bullies should have been expelled

he also secretly wants a restraining order against them but he knows that’s just slightly overboard so he doesn’t suggest it

Seungmin:

probably the most chill on the outside but inside he’s probably even madder than chan got

it’s more of a silent rage that he keeps to himself till he’s assured that sophie is okay and till they get confirmation that she’ll be homeschooled

then he disappears one day to the gym and comes back tired from hitting the punching bag for almost a solid hour

single-handedly organizes sophie’s schedule to fit dance lessons (minho won’t fully stop until she’s fulfilled her full potential) and homeschooling

seungmin does this secretly one day and then surprises sophie with a completely revised and finished schedule

sophie’s really happy because for one thing that was just a really nice thing for him to do, plus now she doesn’t have to worry about fitting it all together herself

Jeongin:

deeply hurt that people could be so cruel to sophie

the fact that she’s the maknae, the only female member, and a rookie just makes it all so much worse

tries to always be in the trio surrounding her while in public

sometimes gets her up really early and takes her to the park while its mostly empty so she can enjoy being outside and a normal kid for a little while before the crowds come

he’s thinking maybe if she gets to play for a while and just be a kid, and forget that she’s an idol, maybe that’ll in some way help with the emotional wounds from the bullying

reminds her daily of how special she is to all of them, complete with a hug

(just pretend that sophie is on jeongin’s back)

#skz’ bubbly sunflower 🫧🌻#stray kids’ sophie #stray kids 9th member #kpop imagines #stray kids imagines

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