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Stray Kids reaction: Their S/o is Sad/Upset and they stop everything their doing to comfort them

(Comfort, Fluff, Emotional)

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Bang Chan

Chan notices things long before you ever say a word.

He could be in the middle of producing a song, headphones on, completely focused on the computer screen. But the second you quietly walk into the studio and your usual smile is missing...

He pauses.

"...Baby?"

You simply shake your head.

"I'm okay."

He doesn't believe it for even half a second.

Without another thought, he saves his work, removes his headphones, and rolls his chair away from the desk.

"The song can wait."

"But you were working..."

"So?"

He opens his arms.

"Come here."

The moment you're close enough, he gently pulls you into his lap, wrapping both arms around your waist.

He doesn't pressure you to speak.

Instead, he strokes your back in slow circles.

"You don't have to tell me yet."

Silence.

Just warmth.

Your breathing slowly evens out.

Eventually tears begin slipping down your cheeks.

Chan kisses your forehead.

"There you are..."

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"...Interrupting."

He gently cups your face.

"You could interrupt every project I've ever worked on."

"I'd still choose you."

He spends the next few hours cuddling you on the studio couch with snacks, blankets, and soft music.

Nothing else matters.

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Lee Know

Lee Know isn't always verbally affectionate.

But his actions?

They say everything.

He's making dinner when he notices you quietly standing in the doorway.

You don't look at him.

Immediately...

He turns the stove off.

You blink.

"The food..."

"It'll survive."

He walks over.

No teasing.

No sarcasm.

Just concern.

"What happened?"

"I'm fine."

"You've said that three times."

"..."

"...You're not."

You finally break.

He doesn't hesitate.

One arm wraps securely around your shoulders while the other gently rubs your back.

He rests his cheek on top of your head.

"You don't have to carry everything yourself."

"I know it's hard."

"You don't have to be strong around me."

Afterward he quietly reheats dinner, feeds you first, and makes sure you're actually eating before touching his own food.

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Changbin

Changbin is in the gym.

He's halfway through a heavy workout.

Then he notices your text.

"Can I see you?"

That's all.

He immediately puts the weights down.

His trainer blinks.

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah."

"But—"

"My partner needs me."

No hesitation.

Twenty minutes later he's knocking on your apartment door.

The second you open it...

He knows.

"Oh..."

Without asking questions, he wraps you in the biggest bear hug imaginable.

Your face disappears against his chest.

"I've got you."

You begin crying almost instantly.

He just holds you tighter.

"You don't have to explain."

"I'm here."

He stays for hours.

Ordering your favorite food.

Watching comfort movies.

Playing with your hair until you finally smile again.

That smile?

Worth cancelling every workout.

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Hyunjin

Hyunjin is painting.

He's completely immersed.

Brush in hand.

Music playing.

Then he hears a tiny sniffle from behind him.

He freezes.

Slowly turning around.

There you are.

Trying not to cry.

Immediately he sets the paintbrush down.

The canvas can wait.

He walks over with such gentleness it's almost heartbreaking.

"My love..."

He reaches up and brushes your tears away with his thumb.

"What happened?"

You try speaking.

Nothing comes out.

Instead...

You collapse into him.

He catches you effortlessly.

One hand cradles the back of your head while the other rubs comforting circles against your spine.

"It's okay."

"You don't have to smile for me."

"You don't have to pretend."

He kisses your forehead...

Then your temple...

Then your hair.

He ends up abandoning painting entirely for the day.

Instead he sits with you on the couch, sketching tiny flowers and little doodles to make you laugh.

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Han

Han notices because...

You stop laughing.

Usually you're laughing at everything he says.

Today...

Nothing.

Immediately his smile fades.

"...Hey."

He scoots closer.

"You okay?"

"I'm alright."

"No."

"You haven't laughed once."

That alone worries him.

He closes his laptop without another word.

Songwriting?

Later.

He gently takes your hands.

"Tell me."

Even if you don't...

He stays.

Talking softly.

Making terrible jokes.

Giving tiny forehead kisses every few minutes.

Eventually you cry.

His own eyes become watery.

"I hate seeing you like this."

"If I could steal all your sadness..."

"I would."

He spends the rest of the evening cuddled underneath a blanket with you, refusing to let go.

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Felix

Felix is baking brownies.

The kitchen smells amazing.

You quietly sit at the table.

He immediately notices.

"Sunshine..."

You don't answer.

He turns the oven timer off.

Walks over.

Kneels beside your chair.

Looking up at you with those impossibly gentle eyes.

"Talk to me."

The second your lip trembles...

He's hugging you.

Soft.

Warm.

Safe.

He rubs your back while whispering comforting words.

"It's okay."

"I'm here."

"You don't have to face today alone."

He kisses your hands repeatedly.

Then asks...

"Would warm brownies help?"

"...Maybe."

"Then warm brownies and cuddles."

He smiles.

"We're doing both."

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Seungmin

Seungmin is reading.

He notices you pacing.

Again.

And again.

Then you suddenly stop moving.

Looking exhausted.

He quietly closes his book.

Places it on the table.

Walks over.

Without saying anything...

He gently takes your hand.

Leading you to the couch.

"Sit."

You obey.

He sits beside you.

"So..."

"Wanna tell me what's making your heart so heavy?"

The calmness in his voice makes your defenses crumble.

You begin talking.

He listens.

Never interrupts.

Never judges.

When you're finished...

He gently wipes away your tears.

"I'm proud of you."

"For telling me."

Then he pulls you into his chest.

"You're not dealing with this by yourself anymore."

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I.N

Jeongin is practicing choreography.

He's sweaty.

Breathing hard.

The dance ends.

Everyone claps.

Then he notices you sitting alone in the corner.

Looking completely defeated.

He immediately walks over instead of taking a break.

"Hey."

You smile weakly.

"I'm okay."

He crouches down in front of you.

"You've got your sad smile."

"..."

"I know the difference."

Your eyes fill with tears.

Immediately...

He opens his arms.

You practically fall into them.

He hugs you tightly despite still being sweaty from practice.

"I don't care."

"You need hugs."

He laughs softly.

Then gently strokes your hair.

"You always take care of me."

"So now..."

"It's my turn."

He spends the rest of his break sitting beside you, sharing water, quietly talking, and occasionally bumping your shoulder with his to coax out a smile. By the time he has to return to practice, he makes sure you're feeling steadier, giving your hand one last reassuring squeeze before promising, "As soon as I'm done, the rest of the day is yours."

[unspoken-blossomed-feelings]

{Don't close your eyes, you can't miss this.}

ᯓ✮ bf! Jisung & gn! reader ¦ ft. bsf! Hyunjin and ...

ᯓ✮ content: han jisung wearing glasses. university clubs? uhh silly✨ w/ some fluff

ᯓ✮ wc: 3.837

ᯓ✮ warning: someone gets called weird. and mushy. misunderstanding about someone getting freaky (no one does). Hyune is a tiny bit sarcastic. mention of a crazy bright light and aliens?

Jisung was running late—which honestly didn't surprise you because Jisung was always late. Well, almost always late. Unless it was to go on a date with you, or whenever he promised he would pick you up from the bus station. He would make it his goal to be there at least half an hour earlier every single time, no matter how many times you told him it wasn't necessary.

     And well, the situation at hand was clearly none of those exceptions, which meant that your boyfriend was bound to be late. You knew that and so did your best friend. So, why did Hyunjin look so fidgety as he waited by your side? You had no idea. But, you didn't need to wait for long because before you knew it, Hyunjin had turned around to meet your gaze as he chewed on his lip.

"Please, tell me he didn't come up with another one of those silly plans..." Hyunjin murmured hopeful as he looked both ways with narrowed eyes, probably trying to make sure no one else would hear him.

     Arching a brow, you stared at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

     For some reason, your question got you the loudest and most incredulous scoff ever.

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Hyunjin whisper-yelled, pointing at you. "Ever since you started dating Jisung we've been attending these odd gatherings. People think we're part of those weird clubs because we hang out with him—Ouch!"

     Frowning, you leaned towards Hyunjin as you continued pinching his cheek.

"Don't be mean! Jisung is a sweetheart. And, who cares what people say? Man is like a genius, they're just jealous."

"Sure, who wouldn't be jealous of the captain of the aliens club." Hyunjin muttered, rubbing his cheek once you finally let go of him.

"Keep that sarcasm to yourself, Hwang. If it really bothers you that much, you could stop tagging along. Just tell Jisung you don't feel like coming with us anymore."

     Before Hyunjin could retort, the sound of rushed steps reached your ears, immediately shifting your attention from your best friend to your surroundings. Curious, you turned around just in time to see Jisung sprinting down the hallway, with his hands tightly wrapped around the strap of his bag while the key chains you had gifted him dangled from his bag, creating that familiar sound you knew all too well.

     When Jisung stopped running, his breathing was a bit agitated and his glasses were sliding down his nose. But, as soon as he met your eye, you saw how the frown on his face slowly melted away to send you a small apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry," he told you immediately as his eyes widened, "I didn't mean to be late. I was ready earlier than expected, but then someone asked for my notes, and I said sure, but they also asked if I could explain something to them because no one else would, and I thought it wouldn't take longer than a few minutes. In fact, it didn't. But then they asked me to—"

     Jisung would definitely keep going until he ran out of breath. You were one hundred percent sure of that. So, you did the best thing only you could do to pause his train of thoughts momentarily: you kissed him. And just like any other time, it worked like a charm.

     The sudden attack was enough to force Jisung to inhale deeply and finally get some oxygen back into his lungs. It wasn't the first time by any means, yet you still took him by surprise.

"Baby, it's fine," you murmured against his lips while caressing his cheek with your thumb. "It was only a few minutes. Plus, you know I don't mind waiting for you."

     Jisung nodded quietly as he watched you push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He gave you a more relaxed smile, right before closing his eyes briefly as he felt you run your fingers through his hair.

"Great, now they'll get all mushy..."

     Hyunjin grumbled softly. And whilst his complaints were expected by you, his voice startled Jisung, who may have forgotten about your best friend's presence for a second.

     Offering a sheepish smile, Jisung scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, Hyune. I didn't hear that."

    Luckily for me, Hyunjin thought. The glare you sent his way was no joke, and he still could feel the traces of your fingers pinching his cheek.

     You simply shook your head before grabbing the hand Jisung was offering you. "He just wants to know what's today's plan. He's a little excited. Right, Hyune?"

     Hyunjin stared at you furrowing, as if a second and third head had just popped out of yours. The visit to the club secret room, the themed meetings, the conventions that included weird outfits, and then being asked by his classmates whether he, Hwang Hyunjin, was part of that club—how could you even—how?

     Completely unaware of Hyunjin's inner crisis, Jisung squeezed your hand, subtly alerting you of his excitement.

"Well, I can't tell you guys because it's a surprise," he trailed off, still smiling. "But! I promise it'll be the coolest thing I've shown you so far. Like, way cooler than that piece of moon rock we found."

     Oh, the moon rock.

     Hyunjin met your gaze and blinked unamused. Something cooler than rocks from the moon? What could possibly compete with moon rocks?

     After letting out a sigh, Hyunjin forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth. "Cooler than that? No way. Can't wait to see it."

     Before you could send a silent warning his way, Jisung started pulling your hand to get you to start walking. "Alright then. Let's get going. We can't be late."

     It took a few seconds for Hyunjin to match your step, but in the end he accepted his fate and walked silently by your side on your way to Jisung's car. All he could do was hope your boyfriend wouldn't drag you to another one of those conventions. Hyunjin didn't think he would be able to handle that place again.

     Ironically, a few hours later, after one stop to grab food, and a second one to fill the tank, Hyunjin wished Jisung would simply drag the two of you to another convention. He would play along. He even would dress up if he had to. But, a two-hour drive and absolutely no hints of where he was taking you? Yeah, he probably had the right to feel nervous. Why did you look so calm while he felt like he was about to lose it?

     It wasn't until half an hour later, when it started getting darker, that Jisung abandoned the road to follow a small path that led to an empty field. He drove for a few extra minutes until he stopped near a huge tree, and then he parked the car.

     One by one, you left the car to meet outside. Jisung mentioned he would get some things from the trunk, and you offered to help, but before you could follow him, Hyunjin stopped you by placing his hand over your shoulder.

"So, the surprise was a field? Seriously, why are we here?"

     Your best friend looked a bit restless, but the truth was that you didn't know the actual answer. So, you could only try to reassure him by bringing up the only thing you had been able to gather so far.

"Starry night? The sky looks incredible."

     Hyunjin huffed. "I know, but it's sooo dark here... You two better don't try anything weird. I would never talk to you again. I mean it."

     Frowning, you poked Hyunjin's chest, offended. "Get your head out of the gutter, won't you? It's not like Jisung is planning on getting freaky with you around—"

     The sound of something heavy falling on the ground forced both of you to turn around immediately, only to find a bag with black rope laying next to the car.

     Hyunjin's eyes widened comically before he turned to meet your eyes, staring at you questioningly.

"I can explain," you blurted out, quite confused yourself.

"How?" he exclaimed, crossing his arms.

"Don't rush me! I'm thinking,"  you murmured, rubbing your temple.

     Without any of you noticing, Jisung walked up to your side to hand you something.

"Baby, can you hold this?" he asked, finally getting your attention. "We need to tie the rope to the tree to hang this little platform. This is where I'll set this small projector."

     Feeling the air return to your lungs, you nodded your head enthusiastically. "Of course we have to tie the rope to the tree to hang a platform. Gotchu baby."

     Once the delicate artifacts were placed between your arms, you faced your best friend and shrugged as you mouthed I told you so. Hyunjin simply scowled, feigning disgust before following Jisung to help him tie the platform you were holding.

     Setting up the small projector on the platform took less time than you expected, but enough to let you know that Jisung had visited that place at least a couple times before, and that the sandwich you handed Hyunjin wouldn't keep him calm for long. You even saw the engines turning inside his head before his lips parted.

"So... why are we here exactly?" Hyunjin asked, placing the rest of his sandwich back in its container, "I mean, it is a nice spot for stargazing. But, is that why you brought us here?"

     Jisung stopped drinking his soda so fast at the question that you were thankful he wasn't eating at the moment. He could have choked due to the excitement.

     Jisung nodded, joyous. "There's something I want you to see."

     Before Hyunjin could stop himself, he sighed. "Don't tell me you saw aliens."

"Hyune," You warned him before walking away to retrieve the blankets from the car.

     Jisung's eyes widened, and then he shook his head, placing his cup down to free his hands.

"Not quite, though I wouldn't say for sure because I don't have proof to say it isn't related to aliens either..." Jisung mentioned thoughtfully, until he noticed Hyunjin's stare. Jisung gulped nervously before speaking up once again. "Uh, Hyunjin—I know you don't believe in any of this, so it must be ridiculous for you. But, I genuinely saw something, and I thought I would share this with you two. I haven't told anyone else about this. It may not look like it yet, but perhaps this time my discovery will impress you."

     After what felt like an eternity, Hyunjin shook his head, chuckling softly. "It's not like you need to impress me."

     Jisung frowned, as if Hyunjin had said the most nonsensical thing ever. "But, I'm dating your best friend, and you're always together. It makes sense for us to be friends too."

     Hyunjin hummed, nodding. "You don't need to impress me for us to be friends though."

"But my friends said—" Jisung murmured, hesitant while pushing his glasses up.

     He stopped talking, taking a few seconds to rethink whatever he was about to say. Maybe, he could just push it away.

"What did your friends say?"

     Or maybe not. Yeah, Hyunjin definitely wasn't planning on letting go of the topic. Jisung wondered why it was taking you so long to grab the blankets from his car. It wasn't far, but you still weren't back. How could you abandon him like that when you knew how easy it was for him to mess up conversations?

     Trying to remain calm, Jisung hooked his finger around the bracelet you made for him, hoping it would give him a little push.

"That you could tell them to break up with me if you thought I was too... weird."

     Taken aback, Hyunjin waved his hand around, shaking his head to emphasise that it wasn't the case.

"Trust me, no one would get away with calling you weird, not even me. And don't get me started on telling them to do something. That would be like having a death wish."

"I guess that should make me feel better," Jisung mentioned fidgeting with his fingers, "though you didn't deny the part about thinking I'm weird."

"Uh—"

     In that exact moment, the sound of steps getting closer reached their ears and both of them turned around to see you approach their spot. Hyunjin rested his hand against his racing heart and sighed deeply. Great timing!

"Ji, you left your tiny sculptures on top of the blankets. I had to put them back in their box. You're lucky none of them flew away or something."

     Hyunjin met Jisung's eye briefly and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. See? he asked silently, tilting his head towards you and Jisung felt the way his face started to warm up.

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome," you hummed softly, as your eyes travelled from one of them to the other. "What is this silence? Did Hyunjin say something mean to you? You can tell me."

     Hyunjin gasped, bewildered. "What is that supposed to mean?"

     Jisung's hearty laugh was quickly followed by your best friend's offended pout and a shake of his head. Soon enough, both of them were smiling as you handed a blanket to each one of them. It seemed to be that your guys had no problem being friends after all. Something good considering you still had a mission. All that was left was to wait. And wait. And wait.

     Perhaps, you had underestimated how difficult it would be to wait until 4 am. at the open field. Sure, you had dinner, set up a tent, and even brought blankets to stay warm. But, it seemed to be that the real deal was actually staying awake until then. Especially when you could see that your best friend was drifting off, and that your eyelids felt heavier than before. Nevertheless, simply closing your eyes for a moment wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Just a few seconds.

"Baby, don't fall asleep," Jisung's soft voice interrupted you just as you were about to give in, getting you to open your eyes once again.

     As you turned to your left, you noticed that your boyfriend was already looking at you, resting his cheek over his open hand. He really was there simply looking unfairly beautiful. The audacity.

"I'm trying Ji, but I can barely keep my eyes open," you excused yourself before turning to your right, where Hyunjin was fast asleep. "What a traitor, he didn't even try."

     Jisung's muffled laughter brought your attention back to him immediately, and even though he was covering his mouth, you knew he had that smile that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

"I know you're sleepy," he added, leaning his head against your shoulder, "but I don't want you to miss this. It'll be really cool, I promise."

     Almost about to give up, you sighed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

"I trust you, baby. I really want to see it too. It's just that my eyelids aren't cooperating."

     Jisung hummed thoughtfully, and then you saw him stretch his arm towards you. Despite the cold weather, his hand was warm against your skin. Then, you felt him caress your cheek with utter care before tilting your face towards his to close the distance.

     The frame of his glasses felt cold. And, maybe if you weren't so sleepy and comfy by his side, the temperature would have helped to startle you a little. Unfortunately, the way his lips pressed against yours felt so nice that you couldn't help becoming even more sleepy.

"What about now?" Jisung whispered as soon as he pulled apart, only to see that your eyes remained closed.

     You shook your head slowly, pulling him closer to hide your face against his neck. "It's like you're trying to lull me to sleep."

     Jisung chuckled softly, leaning down to press a peck on your forehead. "That certainly wasn't the plan."

     Lazily, you  shushed him, despite the fact he was no longer speaking.

"Shh... try again."

"Baby, it didn't work," Jisung reminded you, entertained, "I'm afraid you'll fall asleep for real if I kiss you again."

     You hummed, eyes still closed. "So, you hate me and don't want kisses. Got it."

     Your quite unfunny statement, according to Jisung, got him to distance himself from you slightly, removing your hiding spot and forcing you to open one eye.

"Alright, whoa—let's stop right there," he said, wide-eyed and no longer smiling. It was serious to him. "You know that couldn't be further from the truth. And, let's be honest, no more kisses sounds like an absolute nightmare, and the one suffering the most would be me."

"Nonsense," you interjected, arching a brow. "Why would you suffer when you can just kiss me?"

     Jisung was more than ready to explain to you why kissing you was no longer an option, and also to remind you that he was supposed to help you stay awake, not to put you to sleep. However, as soon as he locked eyes with you, he noticed that you didn't seem as sleepy as you were a while ago. In fact, it looked like you were having the time of your life waiting for him to notice. Still, you didn't give him time to react because before he could say something, you held his chin between your thumb and index finger, and pulled his face closer to yours. Perhaps your brief bickering session had been more fruitful than he thought. And, maybe, he didn't even need to wait for you to see the light he had discovered a few days ago. Your fingers running through his hair felt way too nice, and he would gladly fall asleep like that.

     At least, it seemed like a great idea until a green light with intensity high enough to light up a whole stadium illuminated the entire tent. You felt it with your eyes closed, and once you opened them all you could do was squint to look around you.

"Baby, by any chance, did you forget to mention it was this fucking bright?"

"I'm pretty sure that would be something quite difficult to forget. But, no, I—It wasn't like this the previous days I visited."

     It didn't take long for Hyunjin to wake up due to the event taking place. "Did you point a fucking flashlight at my face?"

     He groaned, opening his eyes abruptly. But, as soon as he noticed the expression on both of your faces and the source of the light, the scowl on his face softened.

"Why do you look as confused as I feel?"

"Because we're," you admitted, putting on your hoodie.

"Isn't this the light Jisung mentioned?"

"It wasn't this bright, nor this intense before. Something changed," Jisung explained, grabbing his shoes to put them on.

"Be so fucking for real, if you're pulling my hair to scare me... Wait, why are you guys putting on your shoes?"

"We're not pulling your hair. And, Jisung wants to go check, so I'll go too. I don't want some weird light to steal my boyfriend. Okay, that feels more terrifying than it sounds."

     Slowly, the light intensity decreased, until it was possible to look around without squinting. Jisung grabbed his backpack and a device you couldn't see clearly before heading out.

     Hyunjin sighed. "Fine, I'm coming with you."

"You don't have to, Hyune."

"Yeah, no," he shook his head. "If the aliens take both of you away and I stay here, people won't believe me. Also, they may be waiting for you to get closer to attack whoever stays behind, so, don't even think so. I'll be right by your side."

"Since when do you believe in aliens?"

"My other half, it looks like there's a massive lighthouse illuminating our tent. I'll believe in whatever."

     An object smashing against the ground outside the tent startled both of you, and then Jisung's voice followed.

"Oh my goodness!"

     In seconds, you were dashing out of the tent to go looking for him, only to find him a few meters away standing next to a stranger. A glowing stranger. What?

     The long-haired, blonde stranger stood there, with a perfect posture and a serious facial expression. They could have been a luxury brand model on a casual Tuesday if it weren't because they were glowing like a neon sign.

"I saw you responded to our message. I am here to greet you, Han Jisung."

     Jisung turned around to look at you excitedly before looking back at the glowing being. "Oh my goodness. So, it did work! Oh, I have so many questions. Do you have questions too? Because I can answer everything. Well, not everything, but I can certainly try. Holy shit, this is so amazing, I'm feeling nauseous."

     With a steady step, despite being hesitant to get closer to the stranger, you walked up to Jisung, carrying a water bottle.

"Baby, you need to relax a little. Drink some water."

"Wait, this is really important."

"Baby, drink or you'll get overexcited and faint. Pretty sure your new friend will wait a few seconds."

"Your fellow human is right, Han Jisung."

     While Jisung drank a chug of water, you watched as the neon coloured being clicked something on their wrist before bringing the metallic bracelet up to their face.

"Humans get overwhelmed when they feel too excited. They may faint if they don't drink water."

     Was he taking notes on your...?

"My name is," a sound that you had never heard before, and that you probably wouldn't be able to imitate, left his lips, "but you may call me Felix."

"Of course. My name is Jisung, though you already know that."

     As you introduced yourself, uncertain, you missed the way your best friend's attention had been captivated in a completely different way from your curious boyfriend.

     Hyunjin blinked, enraptured, as he allowed his feet to carry him closer. Was it even possible for someone who looked like that to be real? The being standing in front of him was much more of an angel than an alien. Not that he knew a lot about aliens. But, seriously, the aliens illustrations he had seen looked nothing like that.

     Shaking his head, Hyunjin placed his hand on Jisung's shoulder to stop him from getting closer to Felix. Jisung stared back at him confused, and then at you to find an answer. A silent what's going on with him?  that you answered with a shrug.

"Hi, my name is Hyunjin," he spoke. Not using his normal soft voice, no—using his deeper, slightly raspy tone—the one he used to get extra scoops of ice-cream at the shop, and a free muffin with his coffee order at the cafe. "Welcome to our planet or whatever you may call it."

     Yep, that was definitely your best friend.

"Hyunjin, what are you doing?"

     And it looked like your boyfriend was finally getting him to join his aliens club.

ᯓ✮m.list

A/N: I'm back (yay) with another silly story. Also, fun fact—I've gathered like a LOT of Jisung wearing glasses pics, right? but the pictures from the sg diary matched bc they've got aliens, so I took photos of the pages instead for the banner hehe. Also, I continued and finished the story these past few days bc it won the poll (thank you for voting btw).

Anyway!!! I hope your week has been good so far. Thank you for taking the time to read, and may you have a peaceful weekend, lovely people! xx

Ps. I have a crazy headache since a few days ago. I hope it goes away soon. plspls

Ps 2. I'll think about making another poll for the next story or maybe another little drabble event but winter themed now methinks.

-Sophie🌱

[autumnunnie]

Cuddle sesh?

Summary: after a long day, you go to your boyfriend’s apartment to recharge your energies with cuddles, and he contently showers you with love.

Tags: jisung x fem!reader / fluff / suggestive / stablished relationship / MDNI

Word count: ~250

reminder: this is all a made-up fan-fiction just for fun

It’s been a tiring day. But it was crazy how just a single text message from him made you feel like you had all your energy back.

“Cuddle session today?” It said. Your screen lightens up once more. “I already miss you.” And from that notification on, you couldn’t wait to finish your work and go straight to his apartment, for him to take your hand in his and lead you to his comfy room.

. . .

You were now on his bed as he captures your lips in an intense kiss, while some random movie plays on the tv at a low volume as background noise. You eventually break the kiss, breathless, feeling the warmth of his arms around you. When you slowly open your eyes, you catch his own trailing you down until they met your glance.

It hits like a dejavu. It was exactly the same scene you saw last night. Except then, when your eyes met, he suddenly said like it was a casual statement: “You look really sexy like this”. That alone made you forget every single word you knew, your cheeks getting warmer once more. That night, you simply hid your blushing face on the crook of his neck while he delivered another kiss to your temple.

This time however, you were the one who spoke first, your voice coming out in almost a whisper. “You too look really good like this.”

He smiles, genuine, excited. There’s a pause before he finally replies. “Is that compliment I gave you yesterday still on your mind?” He catches on and teases softly as he takes your chin on his fingers, knowing what you were referring to.

“Yeah.” You admit quietly, too fond of him to hide what you felt behind pride. “I keep all those pretty words of yours in a very special place in my heart.”

“Is that so?” He softly chuckles, getting impossibly closer. “Then I shall give you one more to keep in that special place.”

Your eyes meet again in this intimate moment, noses brushing against each other with the proximity, heartbeats in sync. “You’re the most attractive, sweet, beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. And I could spend forever like this, with you in my arms, looking into those pretty eyes of yours.”

[itz-me-pandora]

♪ something so hard to find, but i think we found it

synop: when each skz member realised they were in love with you

now playing: is this love - xg

pairing: stray kids (separate) x reader

stray kids masterlist

a/n: feeling lovey dovey

✧ CHRISTOPHER BANG CHAN

an early arrival from the studio meant chan had just enough time to take a much needed nap then take you out for a nice dinner date. already half asleep, he dragged himself into your shared apartment, sighing as he nudged his shoes off. his hand dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone to text you about dinner. then he flopped onto the couch, too tired to even make it to bed, and fell asleep the minute his eyes closed.

chan awoke to the sound of shifting around him. he lazily opened one eye, seeing you turn on the lamp on the coffee table. why was it suddenly so dark? sunset wasn't for hours.

"hi baby," he mumbled. "you ready for our reservation?"

your eyes softened as you looked down at him. "channie, it's 10pm."

he shot up, eyes suddenly wide. "what? when did you get home? how did i sleep this long-"

"shh, calm down." you hushed him, gently pushing his shoulder back down. "i came at around 5. you were knocked out. i didn't wanna wake you."

"you should've woken me up, i was planning on taking you out. we haven't had a date in so long."

"i don't care about the reservation, baby. i just want to spend time with you." you gently brushed hair out of his forehead. his eyes crinkled with his warm smile as he pulled your hand down to his.

"you sure you're not disappointed?" he asked, a hint of worry still laced in his voice. you quickly shook your head.

"of course, channie. you need rest. i'm happy you finally slept. and don't worry about dinner. i ordered from your favourite chinese place."

his eyes finally found the steaming plastic containers on the dinner table, his eyes becoming impossibly soft. you weren't upset about your date. and you took care of him so well. like always.

he thought for a second, before whispering:

"i love you, y/n."

✧ LEE MINHO

minho swiped through the rushed grocery list he had made this morning after skimming through the cabinets. milk, cheese, chicken, cat food.

the cats had been going through a strange increase in appetite recently. not that he was complaining. on the contrary, he loved spoiling his babies.

after paying for his food items and enough silver tins of kibble to last the next week, he made his way back home.

jamming the keys through the door and pushing it open, he entered your house, locking the door behind him. he walked to the kitchen, hearing your soft coos before he entered.

"there you go, baby. aww, were you hungry?"

he stood at the doorway, taking in the sight before him. you were crouched on the floor, peeling open the expensive kind of wet food he only allowed soonie on occasions.

"when did you buy that?" minho's voice cut through the silence, startling you slightly.

"this morning, i saw you ran out of food for them so i bought some."

"you didn't have to get the expensive kind." he chided, kneeling down next to you, brushing the cat's ears softly. "so you're the reason they're getting chunky."

"they deserve the best." you smiled, petting dori who padded in the room at the scent of food.

minho looked at you, a smile creeping up on his face at the way you doted on his pets as if they were your own children.

he nodded. "they do. and so do you, y/n." he said quietly.

then, even quieter, "i'm so in love with you."

✧ SEO CHANGBIN

changbin could tell you were in a bad mood. the furrow in your eyebrows, the tension in your jaw, the way you frowned at your laptop screen. he knew you'd probably like to be alone while you worked right now.

but he needed you so bad.

his day had been crappy too, and all he wanted was to snuggle up in your arms.

but he didn't want to disturb you. so he lingered nearby, head in his hand, watching you intently.

trying to seem patient.

apparently, his eagerness was more visible than he thought. you glanced up from your device, fingers pausing on the keyboard.

"you okay, bin?" you asked softly, voice tired yet caring.

he hesitated. "yeah, i'm fine."

you looked up from your laptop completely, eyes narrowing, recognising the longing in his voice. "you need a hug?" you offered.

he immediately stood up. "yes please," his voice cracked lightly.

you opened your arms wide, discarding your laptop onto the couch beside you. he walked over, half laying on you, his head on your chest.

you embraced him, fingers threading in his hair. "bad day?"

he hummed yes.

"why didn't you tell me?" you sighed.

"...i didn't wanna disturb you. you seemed busy."

"i'm never too busy for you, changbin. you're my priority."

he looked up at you, puppy eyes huge. you were stressed and busy, but you talked to him so softly like he was precious.

and that's when he realised how precious you were to him.

he smiled, dimples popping out. "i love you so much, y/nnie."

✧ HWANG HYUNJIN

stress, worry, and anger pooled in hyunjin's mind. all he needed right now was to let out all of these feelings onto a canvas, paper, anything.

alone.

he needed to be alone.

he walked into his in home studio, slamming the door behind him and sitting on his stool, exhaling. he rummaged through his brush drawer, picking one at random. then, he picked a few shades of pain that just made sense at the moment, finally entering flow state after a long day.

suddenly, a soft knock on the door. his eyes shot up, fingers pausing. "come in." he called out.

you opened the door, smiling at him from the doorway. "hi, jinnie. how was your day."

he huffed. "fine."

you could tell from his tone that he most certainly was not fine.

"do you wanna talk about it..or..?"

"i just wanna be alone right now, y/n." he snapped, rougher than he intended.

you retracted completely, eyes losing the excitement to see him. "oh, that's okay..i'll be in the room, i guess." you mumbled quietly, closing the door behind you.

his heart ached. he did want to be alone, but he didn't want to upset you. he knew you were excited to see him, yet you gave up so easily when you saw his need for isolation. and it wasn't the first time.

you were always so attentive to his needs.

"wait, y/n!" he called after you.

you paused on your way down the hallways, walking back to his studio and peering through the door.

"thanks for giving me space."

"of course, jinnie."

"and, uh, i love you."

✧ HAN JISUNG

it had been almost 3 months since jisung, your classmate in university, started giving you free korean lessons.

you were at a beginner's level when you had started at the library every day after last period. now, after a quarter of a year, you were learning pretty quickly.

he first offered you these lessons with the intention of doing something nice for a colleague. a very pretty colleague, but that was just a side note.

what he wasn't intending was to grow feelings for you. it started off as a silly crush, but now you occupied most of his thoughts.

but he didn't wanna seem like a creep.

so he kept his thoughts to himself.

this friday, you were at your last lesson for the week. you were sat in front of him, writing down notes as he talked.

"okay, pop quiz!!" he announced cheerfully. you groaned, closing your book but smiling at him expectantly nonetheless.

"okay, uh, what does eolmayeyo mean?"

you thought for a second. "umm, how much?"

"very good." he beamed. "okay, ask me what time it is."

"jigeum myeoch siyayo?" you asked confidently.

"jigeum myeoch siyeyo, but good job." he corrected. his gaze met yours, cheeks warming up at the way you smiled at his praise, as if his approval was the most important thing to you.

"okay, one last question before the weekend. what does saranghae mean?"

"uh, i love you?"

"i love you too, y/n." he grinned triumphantly.

✧ LEE FELIX

"please, y/n, it's not that deep, see, it's only up to my chest!" felix begged, tilting his head and pouting.

"nuh uh." you refused, still sitting on your towel on the sand.

"there's nothing to be scared of, i'll be holding you the whole time. just try, for me?" he gave you the most devastating puppy eyes, lips jutting out further.

you considered it for a second, fear still holding you back. "..um...are you sure it's not that deep?"

"i'm sure! see, my head is fully out of the water."

"yeah, but you're taller than me."

he laughed. "not by that much. you'll be okay, i promise, y/n."

"fine." you finally agreed, making him grin from ear to ear. he walked up to the shore to meet you still on the sand and gently take both of your hands in his. when your breath hitched, he rubbed your palms softly. "it's okay, i've got you. breathe."

he carefully led you into the water. you squealed when the cold water hit your bare calves, nose scrunching up.

"it's cold, yeah?"

you nodded.

"you'll get used to it in a second." he promised, taking you further into the water. once you were deep enough that your collarbones with underwater, he moved his hands to hold your waist protectively, keeping you from drifting away. "see, it's not that bad, is it?"

"only cuz you're holding me." you grumbled.

"and i'm not letting go." he reassured you softly. he knew being scared of the ocean was a deep fear engraved in you since you were a kid, and the fact that you felt safe with him enough to face your fear meant the world to him.

felix pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "i love you, my brave girl."

✧ KIM SEUNGMIN

your first 'i love you' with him was purely an accident.

well, more of a slip up.

he had been in love with you for quite a while but never actually vocalised it. he didn't even realise it until he was on tour, so far away from you, and his heart longed for you.

you were on a phone call, him in his hotel, you half asleep in bed.

"how's your leg, min?"

he smiled at your drowsy concern. "getting better. doesn't hurt much anymore."

"yay!" you exclaimed happily, slurring the word slightly. he could tell you were too sleepy to comprehend neither his or your own words.

he missed holding you against his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist when you were in this tired state. but now, all he could do was scold you through a screen.

"you need to go sleep, not talk to me, pup."

"no!" you quickly rejected. "we barely get to talk. wanna talk to you, minnie."

he sighed. "i wanna talk to you too, baby, but you need your rest. we can call when you're more awake, yeah?"

"mkay..." you gave in sadly.

"good. sleep well, pretty girl."

" 'night, minnie."

"night. i love you." he said just as he hung up, not realising the admission until a few seconds later.

✧ YANG JEONGIN

jeongin felt like his entire body was drained of energy.

his head was heavy and stuffed with pressure, making him feel like someone had emptied out his brains and replaced it with cotton. his nose switched between being completely blocked and forcing him to breathe through his mouth, or constantly running.

he stared blankly at his phone for a few seconds before mustering up the energy in his thumbs to type out to you that he wasn't feeling well, then letting the phone slip from his fingers and letting sleep overtake him.

a few hours later, the feeling of your cold hand on his forehead made him flinch to consciousness. "y/n?" he grumbled.

"sorry for waking you, innie.." you mumbled, kneeling down to face him. "are you okay?"

" 'm tired. cold..so cold." jeongin whined.

"mm, you're burning up." you stood up and disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a damp towel, medicine, and a cup of tea.

by then, he was awake enough to be aware of his surroundings, and the fact that you shouldn't have been there right now. "aren't you meant to be at work?" he frowned.

"i took the day off. didn't wanna leave you alone." you sat back down next to him, gently placing the towel on his forehead.

"you shouldn't have...it's just a cold."

"a fever." you corrected. "don't worry about it, baby. i'm here to take care of you."

he mumbled incoherently, pulling the fluffy blanket you had draped over him higher up his shoulders. "thank you, y/nnie. i love you."

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[jifolio]

made in heaven ‪‪❤︎‬ .ᐟ

꒰ 𝒽an 𝒿isung x 𝓰𝓯.ᐟreader ꒱ 𝔀𝓬 : 1k ˎˊ˗ 𝓼oft 𝄞 𝒻luffy ⸝⸝⸝ « 𝓬utest 𝓬lingy 𝓻elationship » ⤷ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 kysa's catalogue

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who is in love with the idea of casual intimacy. it's not just about the big gestures, it's about the constant reassurance that you are here.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who wakes you up by gently booping your nose with his own — soft, sleepy giggles escaping him when you grumble and pull him into a morning cuddle.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who absolutely loves it when you give him an 'angel kiss' before he leaves for work. you get on your tiptoes, pressing sweet kisses onto his eyelids, saying the angels will keep him happy throughout the day.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who picks you up the instant you run up to him after a full day of not seeing each other. his arms envelope you as you sigh sweetly into his chest.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in until he has his fill, until his lungs memorise your scent.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who follows you into the kitchen for a glass of water — not because he’s thirsty — but because the thirty-second walk alone felt too long.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who locks his fingers with yours as soon as you are outside, swinging your hands as you walk to the nearby convenience store.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who purposefully leaves his jacket at home so he has an excuse to huddle under yours — sharing the same fabric as he pulls you flush against his side.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves to rest his head on your shoulder during long car rides — his fingers fiddling with your rings as he hums softly to the radio.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets a tiny, triumphant smirk whenever you subconsciously reach for his hand — loving that your body seeks him out just as much as his seeks yours.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who traces the lines of your palm with his thumb while you're talking to someone else — a quiet, rhythmic grounding technique that keeps him tethered to the moment.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets giddy when you ask him to compare hand sizes — any chance to touch you — his hand standing taller against yours.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who kisses your shoulder whenever he sees you standing in front of the mirror after you put on a new outfit, whispering how beautiful his angel looks.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who sits all smiling and flustered as your hands come up to hold his face. you press soft kisses to his cheeks, nose, and finally his lips.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets all shy and heart-eyed when you pull him down by his collar for a surprise kiss — the sudden proximity making his brain short-circuit in the best way.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who peppers your face in kisses when he sees you looking at him with that face — the face you make when you have missed his touch for too long.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who can't resist you, rushing to smother your face with kisses until he has his pretty girl blushing and giggling in his arms.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who laughs when you pout and huff, hands crossed on your chest, when he dodges your hugs just to see that adorable expression on your face.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who pulls you into his lap at every possible opportunity, loving the softness of your body against his — the warm weight calming his soul.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves when you ask him to put his head on your lap. you love playing with his hair, fingers carding through it as his eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who makes a soft, whining sound in the back of his throat if you stop scratching his head for even a second — nudging his head back under your hand.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has the cutest habit of tracing hearts onto your thighs, pretty fingers roaming as he murmurs sweet praises into your ear.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the 'leg lock' — hooking his legs over yours while you both work on your laptops — ensuring that even when you're busy, you’re still physically connected.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who insists on 'helping' you wash the dishes just so he can stand right behind you — his arms looped loosely around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who claims he’s 'too cold' just so you’ll wrap your arms around him — sighing in relief as he melts into your warmth.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows you love his biceps, so you can't help but blush a pretty pink when he wraps you in his arms, your gaze drifting to his biceps straining against the sleeves.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the idea of bathing together, sighing as you work the shampoo onto his scalp while he holds you by the waist.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who leaves no opportunity to pull you into him whenever you head to bed, your head resting on his chest, your breath subconsciously calming as you feel his warmth.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing softly against your shoulder as he sways you side to side.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows when you've turned over in your sleep, so he wakes up, moves to your other side, and snuggles into your chest.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has to have 'pinky contact' even when you’re sleeping on opposite sides of the bed — just a tiny hook of your smallest fingers to know you’re still there.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who finally falls asleep with his fingers still curled into the hem of your shirt, a soft smile on his lips because he knows that when he wakes up, you will still be right there in his arms.

kysa's note: my first fluffy post 𖹭 i had so much fun making this — (cuz yes i'm clingy and i love clingy bbs) and you'll be seeing loads of fluffy from me now >.< lemme know your thoughts in the comments below — hope you enjoy .ᐟ xoxo

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[bahngarang]

nightlight

pairing: bf!jisung x reader

genre: fluff

ss: 5

cw: gn reader, petnames: baby, my precious cupcake

masterlist | synopsis: you are known to have a very low tolerance for horror; unfortunately, you often forget that

a/n: self indulgent because I'm trying to listen to the magnus archives even though I'm a massive wimp

permanent taglist: @daengmong @spearbokkie @justwonder113 @diekleinesuesse @velvetmoonlght @zayn-210 @bi-forest-fire @skzlover24 @paranoid-borderline-insane @weird-bookworm @geni-627 @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @theboldandthebootyful @emeraldgem22 @skzcodered @niku0704 @my-neurodivergent-world @wonroha

[sannie-young]

˙⋆✮Lizard H.JS.

SKZ fake texts

Pairing: bf!han x reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff, black cat/golden retriever relationship

About: Your bf brings home a pet without asking

SC: 3

Masterlist

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[yourstargirlyyy]

The Plan

Pairing: Han jisung x reader Word count: 700~ Warnings: None i think. Summary: Hannie hates when you're mad at him. But no fear, he has a plan. (i SUCK at writing summaries ugh, is there a masterclass fot this lmao?) Masterlist

Out of all the things in the world, the worst thing had to be you ignoring him. 

He could tolerate busy schedules, rude staff and even annoying fans with no concpet of personal spce but for some reason the only thing that annoyed the fuck out him, was watching you move around the house as if he simply didn't exist. 

And the worst part? He didn't even know what he had done to warrant such harsh punishment. For the past two days he had been starved of your affection. No sweet smiles, no kisses, no cuddles, not even one of those winks you would send his way when you were in a mischievous mood.

And it was slowly driving him insane. 

Many people would say he was over-reacting. Many people being his members. He ignored them. He would make you talk to him if it was the last thing that he would do. He had been wildly unsuccessful so far, as Minho graciously reminded him, but no matter. 

He would succeed. How he was so sure? He had a plan. 

First step of action: Check his calendar (again) and see if he had missed any important dates or anniversaries. Conclusion: No, he had not missed any important event. 

Second step of action: Think back to the last conversation you both had had and see if he had said anything to hurt your feelings. Conclusion: He sincerely hoped he hadn't because his memory was simply not that good. He could barely remember what clothes he was wearing yesterday. 

Third step of action: Wrack his brain for any memory of eating your snacks or leftovers. He had realised, quite early into your relationship, that the grudges you held over your food were like no other.  Conclusion: No, he had not in fact eaten any of your food. He still went out and restocked all the cupboards with your fav snacks. Just in case you know. 

Fourth step of action: Begging. No, he was not in fact above getting on his hands and knees and begging you to FINALLY talk to him. 

You were sprawled out on the sofa, reading a book while demolishing a bag of chocolates. Putting on what he hoped was a cute face, he collapsed next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

Pouting, he pulled the book out of your hands and tossed it behind him. 

“Baby, i'm sorry…” he whined, hoping he looked cute. Quite unlikely since he had been running his hands through his hair all day but whatever. 

You turned your face away from and broke away from his grasp, running into your bedroom. 

Han ran as fast he could, trying to reach the room before you locked him out. 

You were lying on the bed, face buried in a pillow, your shoulders shaking.

His heart dropped.

He didn't know what he would do if you were crying. 

Slowly he crept closer to you and gently put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Baby, don't cry please, honey i'm sorry.” he whispered moving closer to you. 

You shrugged his hand away, burying your face deeper into your pillow.

Small sobs escaped from you, only they weren't sobs… They were snorts.

Small snorts as you tried to stop yourself from bursting into uncontrolled laughter. 

“YAH.” he yelled, pushing you onto your back and watching as you started cackling. “I thought you were crying, I nearly pissed myself.”

Gasping for breath you sat up. “I know bubba, you've been like that for the past two days. Ignoring you is fun, god.”

He pouted. “That's mean. I was worried I did something wrong.”

You laughed and shook your head. “It was so fun watching you squirm all day. You ate my leftover chocolate a few days ago so I was a little pissed initially but I dragged it out for fun.”

“Wait, that was yours? I thought lixie accidentally left it when he came over. If I knew it was yours I'd never have touched it.” 

“Aww i've trained you so well. Now cuddles?”

Without a word, he jumped, landing right on top of you. 

“I'm not moving for at least an hour.” he mumbled into your neck. 

You only smiled, wrapping your arms around him.

Conclusion: Begging and looking cute always worked.

His plan had succeeded.

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[hanjisdoll]

surprise attack!

han jisung absolutely sucks at surprises, but you don't mind as long as you have his clumsy stupid self

my late birthday gift to my baby @kloversung, love you so much,,, thank you for being such an amazing friend! don't mind that unemployed hater hating on u and moots >:(

-

you pushed open the door to your apartment, tired after a long day. all you wanted was a quiet night with jisung. he had been acting strange since morning, sending weird texts and telling you not to come home early because of some excuse about a cockroach in the kitchen.

you already knew something was up.

first, he accidentally facetimed you at lunch while the guys were blowing up balloons behind him. changbin's voice carried through clearly before jisung panicked and ended the call. later that afternoon, a delivery guy showed up with your favorite cake and a note that read "happy birthday y/n!! love, han jisung and the whole team." jisung called right after, sounding out of breath, begging you to pretend you never saw it.

by evening you had received five different spoilers, including a text from minho complaining about jisung's terrible hiding spot. still, you walked in pretending like you had no idea.

the lights flipped on.

"surprise!"

streamers hung all over the living room. balloons floated near the ceiling. a big "happy birthday y/n" banner sat crooked on the wall. all eight members of stray kids stood there grinning at you. food covered the table and music played from someone's phone. felix held up a party hat with a proud smile.

jisung did not even wait a second.

he made a happy little noise and launched himself straight at you. his arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground in a tight hug. he buried his face in your neck, voice muffled against your skin.

"y/n! i tried so hard to keep it secret. i really did. but i kept messing up. i just wanted today to be perfect for you."

you laughed and hugged him back, running your fingers through his hair. "sungie, you big disaster. i knew since lunch."

he pulled away just enough to look at you. his cheeks were pink and his eyes shone with pure happiness. "still surprised?"

"the best kind," you said softly. you leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

the members started cheering and teasing right away. seungmin yelled something about getting a room. hyunjin joined in with dramatic complaints. jisung ignored them completely. he kissed you again, sweet and warm, smiling against your lips.

"happy birthday, baby. i love you so much."

"i love you too," you whispered back. "my favorite spoiler."

he laughed brightly and held you closer while the music got louder. the apartment filled with noise and laughter, exactly the kind of chaos jisung always brought. you would not trade it for anything. ever.

[bellaflippy]

goodnight, eventually

pairing✧˖°. clingy!sunoo x reader

synopsis✧˖°. while in australia, enhypen finishes their "eat sleep en dive" but still have fun together after cameras are off. after some teasing sunoo gets a little too drunk and clings to you like theres no tomorow.

contains✧˖°. seventh member reader (heeseung isnt mentioned due to not being apart of the eat sleep en dive in australia im sorry!) ; wc: 2.2k ; fluff ; kisses ; slight confession? ; drinking ; drunk!sunoo

note ✧˖°. i tried my best to base it off of the actual video + picture!! im really scared to publish this, im gonna be fully honest. this is my first time like layouting everything (i even figured out how to gradient text!) i really hope you enjoy this! pls any critism will always be welcome because itll help me become a better writer. if you like my writing style and would like to see something, send me some kind of ask!! i took insperation from @hoonztruck so thank you thank you!! OKAY FIRST FIC LETS GO!!! please enjoy!

enhypen was in australia! they’d had gone all around doing stuff all day, but now it was night. all of enhypen was pretty tired out from their activities earlier, but they still had to stay up filming the rest of the content at night.

you walked over to the fridge and grabbed three beers, going back to the living room and sitting on the couch next to sunoo handing him and jay beers.

“you’re not gonna go.. too crazy… right?” you mumbled to sunoo, hoping he realizes how much of a lightweight he could be. 

“please, I'll be fine, y/n” he mumbles, hopeful that the microphones wouldn’t pick it up.

you sigh. everybody remembers what happened last time when sunoo drank during an ‘eat sleep en dive’, even though it was off camera. let’s just say, everyone knows sunoo can’t really be trusted.

they started up a game of uno, the rules were very odd to how you normally played but you just went with it. jake and jay were throwing multiple cards down at one time. you had no idea what was going on but you just giggled and went along with it.

after a couple games of uno, everybody was feeling pretty buzzed, but was still able to hold it all together infront of the cameras.

everyone eventually made their way upstairs to ‘go to bed.’

sunghoon and jake ‘slept’ in one bed. ni-ki, jay, and jungwon ‘slept’ in the other. and you and sunoo ‘slept’ in one together.

as everyone was ‘getting ready for bed,’ they were all causing a ruckus.

“i think everybody snores, yeah?” jungwon asked no one in particular, tucking a blanket over himself

“ni-ki snores in japanese” sunghoon said, earning a laugh from everyone when he did an example

jay started snorting, then slapped ni-ki’s rear, to which the both started play fighting with eachother 

“i just tucked myself in, and now you guys wanna start fighting?” jungwon whined as he was sandwiched between the two boys

“oh he’s right where he wants to be” you snorted quietly to sunoo, to which he laughed

“right next to his jay hyung” he slurred quietly to you

soon jake got up and turned off the lights “okay goodnight~” he dragged out, to which everybody got comfy in their beds 

everyone started saying goodnight to eachother. you smiled to yourself in the dark as you felt sunoos legs beginning tangle with yours.

but before any of you could get fully comfy the light turned back on.

a staff stood in the doorway “okay, let’s take off your mic packs now” they spoke, walking away from the bedroom

sunoo whined with a slight slur “i just got comfortable..” 

you took his hand and pulled him to his feet. everyone laughing at the interaction

“there’s no way i’m letting you drink more” you spoke, huffing

jay chuckled, “i don’t get it, he had two beers, and he’s already this tipsy?” he said as he made his way downstairs, you followed, whining

“i refuse to take care of him if he gets even drunker”

jake shook his head, putting a hand on your shoulder “that’s gonna be hard when he only clings to you” that earned a laugh from jungwon

as you reached the living room there was already three staff, waiting to take off your mic packs.

you walked over to one as they helped you unclip your mic pack on your back. they took it off, wrapped the wire around it, then put it in a black bag.

you walked away, allowing other people to hand them their mic packs

as you looked around, you already saw ni-ki and sunghoon looking through the fridge

“why is there only corona beer..?” ni-ki whined “i mean im not gonna complain, but they couldn’t have gotten other things?” 

“just be happy they bought beer and we didn’t have to” sunghoon spoke, grabbing one and patting ni-ki on the back

ni-ki groaned as he grabbed a beer and stood near the kitchen island

“i thought there was whisky and stuff?” jay spoke, walking over to a cabinet and opening it. he was met with whisky, vodka, wine, and gin.

“oh..” ni-ki mumbled, now upset that he already grabbed a beer when he could’ve gotten something else.

“there’s also hard seltzer in the garage” a staff spoke, to which your ears perked up immediately.

you skipped your way into the garage, jungwon and sunoo following.

you each grabbed atleast one truly, while you grabbed a couple others to put in the fridge incase the others wanted some.

as you all made you way back into the living room, you put the drinks in the fridge.

you walked over to the island table as everyone was laughing and joking around.

“i can’t believe he’s over here complaining about his alcohol options” jay laughed putting a hand on ni-ki’s shoulder 

“yeah, how do you feel knowing there’s now gonna be footage of you drinking online?” you giggled taking a sip of your drink.

“as if there isn’t already bad videos of me on the internet” he grumbled, drinking his beer

everyone started laughing “how could anyone forget riki jackson” jake laughed

you were stood between sunghoon and sunoo. you leaned foward more on the table as the conversations got more jokey and light hearted.

“let’s do shots” ni-ki suggested, to which jay and sunghoon seemed unsure, but everyone else agreed

you stole a glance at sunoo, he was quiet and looking at his drink on the table. you knew he was already feeling buzzed earlier, and drinking on top of that probably only made him more drunk.

you knew how he was when he was drunk and you could tell that he was feeling it, because he gets quiet at first… then hell breaks loose.

you and sunghoon opted out of shots, so jay lined up 5 shot glasses on the table, filling two with gin, one with vodka, and two with whisky. the house really had everything.

ni-ki and jay took the whisky shots, jake took the vodka, leaving jungwon and sunoo with gin.

they all cheered, you and sunghoon cheering with your drinks.

as soon as everyone took their shots, a bunch of different noises filled the room. some gagging, some coughing, lots of laughter.

“that was awful” sunoo coughed, “yeah, gin isn’t my favorite” jungwon mumbled in response

“please, gin isn’t that bad” ni-ki spoke. 

you widened your eyes, realizing where this might be going.

“oh yeah? you know so much about alcohol now?” sunoo sassed, leaning forward a little bit.

“i bet i could do more shots of gin than you without any expression” ni-ki teased, a grin on his face.

jake threw his hands up in the air “im not encouraging any of this cause this is just gonna go downhill” he spoke, earning a laugh from jay

“alright then” sunoo spoke, walking over to ni-ki “i bet you can’t” sunoo teased with a low voice.

…let’s just say it didn’t end well.

ni-ki successfully took three shots of gin, holding his expression still, longer than sunoo.

“whatever. i don’t even care”

ni-ki huffed out a laugh, putting the glasses in the sink.

you were sat on the couch with sunghoon and jungwon

“i can’t believe nobody stopped either of them” you murmured.

“y/n, they’re fine. they’re both adults and capable of being responsible” sunghoon spoke

sunoo came over and sat next to you on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder.

“baby…” he murmured, you chuckled, trying not to flush at the pet name “hi sunoo” putting a hand into his hair

“yknow.. you smell nice.. and these pajamas are really cute on you” he mumbled, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“well.. thank you?” you grinned

he nuzzled more into your neck, putting his arms tightly around your waist.

“sunoo.. we’re not doing this..” you whined “i need to throw away my drink”

“no… stay.. with me… right here…” he murmured

you tried to pull his hands away “sunoo please” you tried to reason, to which he just kept mumbling “no”

“i’ll be right back, i pinky swear” you spoke, holding your pinky up, infront of his face

he hummed, before taking a hand off your waist and accepting your promise.

you got up, making your way to the living throwing your stuff away.

“already clinging?” jay teased, to which you responded with a sigh

“i literally don’t understand why. he has all of you, but chooses to cling to me every. single. time” which earned a laugh from everyone

jungwon stood next to jay “you’re literally his favorite y/n” he chuckled

“he wouldn’t even let me stand up” you whined. you’d never admit though, that he was adorable whenever he got clingy like that. you did find it slightly annoying though because you had trouble doing literally anything cause he’d refuse to let you go.

soon you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a body pressed against your back, and a forehead on your shoulder.

“y/n, you promised” he mumbled into your neck. the other members began laughing.

the other members left, doing their own things as you and sunoo were stuck in your own little world.

you twisted around in his grip to face him. he had stolen a brown blanket from the couch, which was draped over his shoulders.

his hair was messy but in a cute way, and his face was all flushed up and pink

“i’m sorry sunnie, i was talking with everyone else” you spoke, trying to fix his hair. he leaned into your hand

“your hand is cold..” he slurred, as he took your hand and put it on his cheek. you caressed his cheek with your thumb for a second before speaking.

“okay, maybe it’s time we head to bed, yeah?” he hummed “only if it’s with you” he slurred.

you put one of his arms around you shoulder and began walking towards the stairs

sunoo whined “i don’t wanna walk up the stairs” he said, refusing to walk any more

“sunoo, how are we supposed to go upstairs” you sighed, looking at him.

“…elevator” he slurred. you sighed.

sunoo and that damn elevator. it’s like he’s never seen an elevator before.

“sunoo, it’ll be quicker if we go up the stairs, come on.” you spoke softly to him, trying to resume your walking. 

suddenly, he dropped down to his knees, but still holding on to you. the blanket flew off him. you panicked and held the back of his head, making sure he would hurt himself

“no y/n, elevator.” he slurred, looking up at you with such adoration in his eyes.

“sunoo, get up please” you spoke gently, trying to get him up 

“elevator” he repeated, except shaking his head around this time, almost throwing a tantrum. you smiled, giggling at his behavior.

you heard laughing and looked up to see everyone watching you and sunoo, sunoo whipped his head around, and you saw sunghoon taking a picture. 

sunoo looked back up at you “elevator” he repeated.

“oh my gosh, fine. just stand up” you spoke, defeated. he smiled big, as he grabbed the blanket and stood up, putting an arm around you.

lucky for you, the elevator was already on the first floor, so you opened the door stepped in and pressed the button.

“just for the record sunoo, if you didn’t pull that little stunt, we would’ve already been in bed” you spoke, turning to look at him.

he had a boyish smiled on his face as he looked at you “i know baby, i just wanted to stall and spend some more time with you” he admitted, a slight slur in his voice.

you smiled warmly, putting a hand in his hair “you could’ve just said that” you spoke as you tried fixing his messy hair.

he chuckled “i did want to go on the elevator too though” you exhaled a giggled, as the door opened and you guys made your way to the bedroom. 

sunoo plopped down onto the bed, you adjusted the brown blanket over him, before laying down next to him.

you put the covers over the both of you. the second you got in he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in. he nuzzled his head into your neck.

you smiled as you put your hands around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. you threw a leg over his underneath the blankets

“y/n..” he murmured into your neck “you’re so cozy..” you smiled “thank you sunoo, close your eyes now though.” 

he hiccuped cause of the alcohol “i care about you a lot..” he mumbled.

your face grow hotter as he spoke. “i care about you too..” you murmured

“..more then a friend should..” he slurred

your heart started beating faster “sunoo, don’t say anything you won’t remember in the morning”

he hummed, pausing for a second “..i can feel your heart beat, baby.. ” he spoke

you felt insanely hot, and his body radiating heat onto you did not help at all. “please sunoo, wait till the morning to say anything like this”

he hugged you tighter, huffing “whatever.. you’ll hear it eventually” he spoke, his voice low

“just sleep sunoo, please?” you pleaded quietly. 

you felt him rubbing your back. he hummed “goodnight y/n..” he whispered into your neck, followed by a kiss he placed on your neck

“goodnight sunnie” you mumbled, warmth spreading across your cheeks as you drifted asleep.

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an✧˖°. this took longer then id like to admit... but i hope you liked it! i lowk had no idea how to end the fic, but i tried my best. im not sunoo biased so im not exactly sure if i did it in a way that you guys would like. reblogs are more then welcome, and please leave a comment!! again, all critisism is welcome, i just ask that you be respectful please :)

[silenttrxxs]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘖𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶

Jung Wooyoung x Reader

I want you to remember that you are very precious and loved. I hope you’ll never forget that ATEEZ is beside you! - Jung Wooyoung

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If hongjoong notices quietly, and Seonghwa notices gently, and Yunho notices hopefully, and then wooyoung notices loudly. Very loudly.

the problem is that Wooyoung has never been good at pretending he doesn’t care. The second someone he loves is hurting, it becomes his problem too. And lately?

You’ve become his biggest problem.

Not because youre difficult, not because you’ve done anything wrong, because you’re exhausting yourself. Everyday he watches you take care of everyone else.

Checking if people have eaten, listening when they’re upset, helping whenever someone asks. Giving pieces of yourself away until there is barely anything left.

And the worst part? Nobody can convince you to stop.

Not hongjoong, not Seonghwa, not even San.

You always smile and say “Im fine”

Wooyoung hates those words, because they’re never true. One afternoon the frustration finally reaches its limit, the apartment is busy.

Everyone is talking, laughing, moving around.

You’re standing in the kitchen preparing drinks for everyone. Again.

Even though you’ve barely sat down all day, Wooyoung watches you for nearly ten minutes.

Waiting, waiting for you to let someone help. You dont. Eventually the stands up, walks directly into the kitchen, and takes the tray from your hand. “What are you doing”

You blink “Making drinks”

“No”

“What”

“No”

You stare, he stares back. Neither of you move. The tension builds instantly.

“What do you mean no”

“I mean sit down”

You laugh, assuming he’s joking, wooyoung doesn’t laugh back. That’s when you realise hes serious.

“Wooyoung-“

“No”

“There are literally eight drinks”

“Then somebody else can make them”

The irritation in his voice catches you off guard. You frown, “What are you angry?”

His jaw tightens. Because he doesn’t know how to answer that question without admitting the truth. Without admitting how worried hes been, how frustrated hes become.

How much it hurts watching you treat yourself like youre the least important person in every room. The conversation ends there. At least temporarily.

But the tension lingers. For days.

Eventually it explodes, like it always was going to. The argument starts over something stupid. Something insignificant. You cant even remember what. All you remember is Wooyoung suddenly snapping.

“Why wont you let anyone help you?”

The room goes silent, the words hit harder than expected, you stare at him. Confused.

“What?”

“You heard me”

His voice isnt angry anymore, its hurt. Which is somehow worse. “Why do you act like you have to do everything alone?”

You immediately become defensive. “I dont”

“You do”

“No I don’t”

“You absolutely do”

The frustration that has been building inside him for weeks finally spills over. Every concern, very fear, every moment hes watches you struggle in slice. “You take care of everyone”

His voice cracks slightly, :”You show up for everyone” Another step closer.

“You help everyone” Another.

“But th second someone tries to do the same for you, you shut them out”

you dont know what to say, because part of you knows hes right. And wooyoung can tell. That only makes him push harder. “Why?” The uestion isnt accusatory anymore, it’s desperate. Genuine.

Painfully vulnerable.

“”Why. Do you think you have to do everything by yourself?” Silence, You look away, Wooyoung immediately notices. Of course he does. He notices everything when it comes to you, his expression softens. The anger disappears completely. Leaving only concer. Then you finally whisper the truth.

“Because eventually people get tired”

The room feels smaller, the words sound pathetic once they’re spoke aloud. But they’re true, you’ve spend years believing them. “If i ask for too much…” Your voice shakes. “If i need too much..” You swallow hard. “People leave”

The silence afterwards is devastating, Wooyoung stares you. Completely stunned. Because after all this time… after everything, that’s what you’ve been carrying, The thought breaks heart.

“Y really believe that?”

You can’t answer, which is enough

Wooyoung closes his eyes briefly, Trying to gather himself, Trying not to cry.

Because suddenly he understands, Every refusal, Every fake smile, Every attempt to handle things alone. You’ve never been protecting yourself from disappointment. You’ve been protecting yourself from abandonment. When he finally speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“That’s so unfair.”

You blink. “What?”

“It’s unfair.” His eyes are shining now, Not with anger, With emotion.

“Do you have any idea how much we love you?” The question steals the air from your lungs.

Wooyoung laughs weakly, A sad sound.

Because he genuinely cannot understand how you don’t see it.

“You’re so busy making sure everybody else feels loved…” His voice wavers. “…that you never notice when we’re trying to love you back.”

The tears come instantly, Before you can stop them, before you can hide them.

And the second Wooyoung sees them, everything changes.

The frustration disappears, the argument disappears.

None of it matters anymore. You matter.

That’s all that’s ever mattered.

He crosses the room immediately. Pulling you into his arms. Holding you so tightly it almost hurts, Like he’s trying to physically force every doubt out of your body, For several minutes neither of you speak, You simply cry, And Wooyoung simply holds you.

One hand rubbing slow circles against your back, The other tangled in your hair.

Patient.

Steady.

Safe.

Eventually he rests his forehead against yours, Close enough that you can feel his breathing. “You are so annoying.” A watery laugh escapes you.

“There she is.”

“There I am.”

His smile is small, Tender, The kind reserved only for you, Then his expression softens completely, Every wall dropping away, Every joke, Every layer of confidence, Leaving only honesty. The raw truth he’s been carrying for far too long.

“I love you.”

The words are quiet, But they hit harder than any shout ever could.

Because Wooyoung isn’t teasing, Isn’t flirting, Isn’t being dramatic.

For once, he’s completely serious.

“I love you.” His thumb brushes away a tear. “And I’m not going anywhere.” Another tear falls, Then another. Wooyoung immediately wipes those away too. “You’re stuck with me.”You laugh through your tears.

“That sounds like a threat.” “It is.”

The grin finally returns, Small but familiar, Comforting.

“Get used to it.”

For the first time in weeks, maybe months, the weight on your chest feels lighter. Not gone. But lighter.

Because Wooyoung has a way of making things impossible to ignore.

Including love.

Especially love.

And as he pulls you back into his arms, refusing to let go, you realise something.

Maybe that’s why you needed him, Because when everyone else loved quietly,

Wooyoung loved loudly enough to drown out every doubt you’ve ever had.

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Taglist - @sireniteez @a-muse-of-sorts

[littlexbunni]

‎‧₊˚✧ bf!ateez texts ✧˚₊‧

you call him bro

warnings: some swearing, valid crash outs, jongho being the idgaf king, let me know if I missed anything

notes: yes I am aware that yunho’s uses the wrong “your/you’re” im just too lazy to fix it. also, I’m open to fake text ideas so send an ask if you have any!

[hongjoongsshawty]

In the spaces between//J.WY

Masterlist

TW: Nothing just fluff fluff fluff <3

The first rays of sunlight painted Seoul in shades of orange and lavender, Y/N stood on the small balcony of their apartment, watching the city slowly awaken beneath her. She wrapped her hands around a warm mug of tea, breathing in the steam as the cool morning air brushed against her cheeks. These quiet moments before the world demanded anything of them had become precious, sacred, even.

She didn't hear him approach, but she felt him. That was how it always was with Wooyoung. His presence filled a room before his voice did, warm and bright like sunlight breaking through clouds.

"You're up early," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Y/N leaned back into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her spine. "Couldn't sleep. I wanted to see the sunrise."

"Without me?" There was a playful pout in his voice that made her smile.

"You looked too peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

Wooyoung turned her gently in his arms so she faced him, his dark eyes soft in the early morning light. His hair was adorably mussed, sticking up in several directions, and he wore gray sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. This was her favorite version of him, not the polished idol on stage, but the sleepy, tender boy who looked at her like she hung the moon.

"I always want to be awake for moments like this," he said quietly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered against her cheek. "We don't get enough of them."

The truth of his words settled between them, bittersweet and heavy. Y/N set her mug down on the small balcony table and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing close. "Then let's not waste this one."

They stood there as the sun climbed higher, painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks. Wooyoung swayed them gently, humming a melody she didn't recognize, probably something Hongjoong had them working on for the next album. His hands traced lazy patterns on her back, and Y/N closed her eyes, trying to memorize everything: the warmth of his body, the sound of his humming, the way the morning breeze carried the scent of his shampoo.

"I love you," she whispered against his shoulder.

She felt him smile against her hair. "I love you more."

"Impossible."

For thirty perfect minutes, the world consisted only of the two of them, the sunrise, and the quiet promise of a day together. Y/N let herself believe, just for a moment, that it could always be this simple.

Then Wooyoung's phone rang.

The sound shattered their bubble like glass. Wooyoung's entire body tensed, and Y/N felt him sigh against her before he reluctantly pulled away. She already knew who it was, the ringtone was the one he'd assigned to his manager.

"I'm sorry," he said, his expression apologetic as he grabbed the phone from the living room. "Give me just a second."

Y/N nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as she watched him through the balcony door. She could see the shift happen in real-time, the way his posture straightened, the way his free hand ran through his hair in frustration, the way his jaw tightened as he listened to whatever was being said on the other end.

"But I thought—" Wooyoung started, then stopped. "No, I understand. Yes. What time? Okay. I'll be there."

When he hung up, he stood there for a moment, staring at the phone in his hand like it had personally betrayed him. Y/N stepped back inside, already knowing what was coming.

"They moved up the photoshoot," Wooyoung said, his voice flat. "And added a last-minute interview. Something about a magazine wanting to feature us before the comeback. I have to be at the company in an hour."

"It's okay," Y/N said automatically, even though disappointment settled in her chest like a stone.

"It's not okay." Wooyoung crossed the room to her, taking her hands in his. "We were supposed to have today. I promised you."

"Your career is important, Wooyoung. I understand that."

"You're important," he insisted, squeezing her hands. "You're the most important thing."

Y/N managed a smile, even though it felt fragile. "Then let's make the most of the time we do have. Go get ready. I'll make you breakfast."

She could see the war happening behind his eyes, the pull between duty and desire, between the life he'd chosen and the life he wanted. Finally, he nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead that lingered a moment longer than necessary.

"I'll make this up to you," he promised. "I swear."

The cafe was tucked away in a neighborhood most people overlooked, down a narrow street lined with old buildings and small shops. It was one of the few places Wooyoung and Y/N could meet without worrying about cameras or curious fans. The owner, an elderly woman who'd run the place for thirty years, knew them by sight now and always seated them at the corner table in the back, partially hidden by a bookshelf.

Y/N was already there when Wooyoung arrived, slightly out of breath and wearing a black mask and baseball cap pulled low. Even disguised, she would have recognized him anywhere, the way he moved, the set of his shoulders, the way his mismatched eyes crinkled when he spotted her.

He slid into the seat across from her, pulling down his mask just enough to flash her a brilliant smile. "Miss me?"

"You've been gone for only three hours."

"That's three hours too long." He scoffed and reached across the table, and Y/N met him halfway, their fingers intertwining in the space between their coffee cups. "I'm sorry about this morning."

"Stop apologizing youngie," Y/N said softly. "You're here now."

And he was. For forty-five precious minutes, he was entirely hers. They ordered their usual, an iced americano for him, a vanilla latte for her, and a slice of strawberry cake to share. They talked about everything and nothing: the comeback preparations, a book Y/N was reading, a funny thing San had done during practice, plans for redecorating their apartment.

But more than the words, it was the looks they shared, the way Wooyoung's thumb traced circles on the back of her hand, the way his foot hooked around her ankle under the table, the way he watched her talk like she was reciting poetry instead of complaining about her coworker. These stolen moments had become their love language, every second weighted with meaning because they both knew how quickly it could end.

"I wish we could do this more often," Wooyoung said quietly, his expression turning wistful. "Just...be normal. Go out without hiding."

Y/N squeezed his hand. "We're not normal though baby, and that's okay."

"Is it?" He looked at her intently. "Is it really okay, Y/N? Because sometimes I wonder if I'm being selfish, asking you to live like this."

"You didn't ask me. I chose this." She leaned forward, lowering her voice. "I chose you, Wooyoung. All of it, the secrecy, the stolen moments, the canceled plans. I chose it because you're worth it."

His eyes shimmered with emotion, and he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. "I don't deserve you."

"Good thing you don't get to decide that."

They smiled at each other, and for a moment, the tiny cafe felt like the entire world.

Then Wooyoung's phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Three times.

His manager. The van was waiting. Time to go.

They parted ways outside the cafe, a brief hug that couldn't convey everything Y/N wanted to say. She watched him jog toward the black van idling at the corner, watched him look back at her once before climbing inside, watched the van disappear into Seoul's endless traffic.

The walk back to their apartment felt longer than usual. Y/N's footsteps echoed on the pavement, and the city that had seemed so beautiful at sunrise now felt overwhelming and lonely. She thought about the morning, about the cafe, about all the moments they'd stolen and all the ones they'd lost.

By the time she reached their apartment, the doubts she'd been pushing down for weeks had risen to the surface, impossible to ignore.

She tried to distract herself, cleaned the kitchen, started a load of laundry, and attempted to read her book. But the words blurred on the page, and her mind kept circling back to the same questions: How long could they keep living like this? Was it fair to either of them? What if he woke up one day and realized she wasn't worth the complication?

When her phone buzzed with a text from Wooyoung, a selfie of him making a silly face with the caption "Thinking of you ❤️", Y/N felt tears prick her eyes. She loved him so much it physically hurt sometimes, but love didn't make the hard parts easier. It just made them matter more.

Her phone rang an hour later. Wooyoung's voice was bright with excitement. "I'm done early! Meet me at our spot? Please? I need to see you."

Y/N hesitated, her doubts heavy on her tongue. But she heard the hope in his voice, the eagerness, and she couldn't bring herself to say no.

"Okay," she said softly. "I'll be there."

Han River Park at night was transformed into something magical. The city lights reflected on the water's surface like fallen stars, and the usual crowds had thinned to couples walking hand-in-hand and late-night joggers. Y/N found Wooyoung sitting on their bench, the one they'd claimed as theirs after their third date, staring out at the water.

He turned when he heard her approach, and his smile was so genuine, so full of joy at seeing her, that Y/N felt her heart crack a little.

"Hey," he said, standing to pull her into a hug. "I missed you"

They sat together on the bench, and Wooyoung immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tucking her against his side. For a few minutes, they just sat in comfortable silence, watching the river flow past.

But Wooyoung knew her too well. "Something's wrong," he said quietly. "I can feel it. Talk to me, jagi"

She'd planned to keep it inside, to not burden him with her fears. But sitting there in the darkness, with his warmth beside her and his concern wrapping around her like a blanket, the words spilled out.

"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared that this,us,isn't sustainable. That one day you'll realize how much easier your life would be without having to hide me. That I'm asking too much by wanting more than stolen moments and secret meetings."

Wooyoung was quiet for a moment, and Y/N's heart hammered in her chest. Then he shifted, turning to face her fully. He took both her hands in his, his expression serious in a way she rarely saw.

"Look at me," he said gently. When she met his eyes, she saw they were glassy with unshed tears. "Y/N, you are not a burden. You are not too much. You are not something I'm hiding because I'm ashamed, I'm protecting you because you're precious to me. Because the world can be so cruel, and I don't want that cruelty touching you."

"But for how long?" Y/N asked, her own tears starting to fall. "How long can we live like this?"

"As long as it takes," Wooyoung said firmly. "And I know that's not a satisfying answer. I know you deserve better than secret cafes and disguises and canceled plans. But Y/N—" His voice cracked slightly. "You are the best thing in my life. When I'm on stage, when I'm practicing until my body aches, when I'm exhausted and overwhelmed, the thought of coming home to you is what keeps me going."

He reached up to wipe away her tears with his thumbs, cradling her face in his hands. "I can't promise you it will always be easy. I can't promise you we won't have hard days, or that my schedule won't be insane, or that we won't have to keep being careful. But I can promise you this: I am in this foreverl. I am committed to us, to building a life together, even if we have to build it in stolen moments for now."

"Wooyoung—"

"I'm not finished," he said, a small smile breaking through his serious expression. "One day, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, but one day, I'm going to be able to hold your hand in public. I'm going to be able to tell the world about the incredible woman I love. I'm going to be able to give you everything you deserve. And until that day comes, I'm going to love you with everything I have in these moments we steal from the world."

Y/N let out a sound between a laugh and a sob, and Wooyoung pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as she cried against his shoulder. They were tears of relief, of release, of love so overwhelming it had to escape somehow.

"I love you," she said when she could finally speak. "I love you so much, and I'm so sorry for doubting us."

"Don't apologize for being human," Wooyoung murmured into her hair. "Don't apologize for having fears. Just promise me you'll always tell me when you're struggling. We're a team, okay? We face everything together."

"Together," Y/N agreed, pulling back to look at him. His eyes were red-rimmed but bright, and she thought she'd never seen anything more beautiful than Jung Wooyoung looking at her like she was his entire world.

He leaned in slowly, giving her time to close the distance, and when their lips met, it felt like a promise. The kiss was soft and sweet and tinged with salt from their tears, but it was perfect. Everything about this moment was perfect, the river flowing beside them, the city lights painting them in gold, the way Wooyoung's hand came up to cup the back of her neck, the way Y/N's fingers curled into his jacket.

When they finally pulled apart, Wooyoung rested his forehead against hers. "Stay with me," he whispered. "Through all of it, the chaos, the secrecy, the stolen moments. Stay with me, and I promise I'll make it worth it."

"I'm not going anywhere," Y/N whispered back. "You're stuck with me, Jung Wooyoung."

His laugh was bright and joyful, echoing across the water. "Best news I've heard all day."

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Mend OT8

Ateez fake texts-Maknae Line

Pairing: bf!Ateez x reader (separate)

Warnings: language, suggestive, medical talk (broken bones, blood mentioned)

About: You hurt yourself/medical needs and your bf fusses over you

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⊹₊⟡⋆Selfie J.WY.

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!Wooyoung x reader

Warnings: suggestive, language

About: you get jealous of atiny

SC: 5

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kiss me thru the phone

╰┈➤  in which:  wooyoung calls you while you’re out with your friends but hes home all by himself…. the poor thing uhuhuuu ㅠㅠ (that freak)

pairing:   jung wooyoung x gf reader 

˗ˏˋ  wc:  525 >.o 

contains : writing & texts, fluff, suggestive, wooyoung is a tease and annoying and embarrassing and cocky and horny, banter, bad dirty jokes, reader is sarcastic and maybe a little mean (it's with love ❤️) (dw he likes it), established relationship, mostly dialogue, reader is referred to as girlfriend and woman, implied switch wooyoung & reader, nicknames used - woo, beautiful, baby, lowercase intended <3

i want u so bad jung wooyoung pls hmu… 👅👅👅

9:42 PM

brrrring… brrrring…

[ INCOMING CALL - wooyo 💗🐈‍⬛ ]

you were enjoying a night with your friends at a local bar, but you sigh dramatically at your phone and lower your voice. 

“hi, woo.”

“hiiii,” he drags out the syllable like a kid. “am i on speaker?”

“no… why? don't start being weird just ‘cause no one else can hear you,” you mutter, aware of his embarrassing track record.

“i would never!”

all men do is lie.

“yeah, yeah, what do you want?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“why so hostile? i miss you.” this kiss-ass.

your friends laugh next to you and you sigh, suddenly fond.

“i’ll be home later, baby.”

“why not now, beautiful? i know you miss me too.”

“i’m gonna hang up,” you deadpan.

“nonono i’m sorry, don’t cut me off,” he says hurriedly and you can hear something like sheets shifting under him, like he's rolling onto his side.

“woo, i’ll be home in a bit, did you need me for something or are you just talking to talk?”

“oh, i need you alright…,” you can feel the grin on his face and the scoff in his voice.

“uh-huh. well, i’m gonna go. text me if you actually need anything.”

the red hang up button is millimeters from your fingertip when-

“wait wait wait! please, not yet,” he rushes, whiny and impatient.

“don't tell me you’re fucking jerking off.”

“what?! don’t say things like that, you’re so perverted…” he sounds oddly offended.

“i’m the perverted one?”

“well, yes.”

“sure.” annoyance sparks in your chest. can this guy get a grip…

“you know i’m not alone right now.”

“mhm.”

“everyone can hear my side of this.”

“mhm.”

“you’re doing this on purpose, aren't you?”

“maybe a little bit.”

there’s a pause. wooyoung makes a sound, and you get ticked off another degree, despite the way his soft voice feels in your ear.

“i just really want my girlfriend,” wooyoung pouts.

“did you lie to me when you said you weren't jerking off?”

“do you think i’m that shallow???... i’m not jerking off, i promise. kinda.”

“what the hell does that mean?”

“i just keep thinking about before you left, when you were being so nice, so good for me.”

“wooyoung.”

“you sounded so pretty. i’m so lucky to be your favorite stress relief.”

“you’re lucky i’m not there right now.”

…

he voice drops - just a little, ridiculously intimate and definitely too much for a phone call in a busy bar.

“so… when you get home…”

“you are so embarrassing,” you mutter as your cheeks turn a traitorous pink.

“what? i’m a yearner, i can't help it.”

“don’t say that, you’re just horny.”

“guilty as charged.”

“you’re not slick, wooyoung.”

“i don't know, i’m pretty slick right now.”

“oh my god, can you be normal for five seconds?”

“but you’re mad at me and you’re so beautiful and i bet you’re wearing that sexy outfit i like which is so fucking unfair because i can't even see y–”

beeeeep.

you hung up.

wooyoung sits speechless on the sheets, miles away, and scoffs with a grin and his dick hard in his sweatpants. he watches the call screen switch back to your messages and pokes his cheek with his tongue.

──────────────    @my1003soda  2026 <3

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[liliesonthego]

Soul: Sudden Kisses

Summary: Shota is unboxing a pack of Pokemon cards and seeing him so excited just does something to you...

Pairing: Soul x reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Word count: 400+

Authors notes: Finally the soulification of my blog...

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“Wait—wait, look at this one!"

Shota's eyes are bright, completely absorbed in the pack of cards in his hand. He moves closer to you on his knees to hold it up and show you like it’s the most important thing in the world. “It's one of the rare ones. Only 7% of—”

You’re not even looking at the card, barely even listening too.

Because you're too busy looking at him.

At the way his eyes go wide, the way his words tumble over each other, the way his whole face lights up when he talks about something he loves. It does something to you. Something warm and overwhelming and a little bit unbearable.

“—my collection is final-lmph—”

You don’t let him finish.

Your hand catches the front of his shirt to tug him forward and before he can even process it, your lips are smushed against his.

It’s sudden, a little clumsy, but he melts into it almost instantly. There’s a little surprised sound against your lips that you swallow before he relaxes, the card in his hand slipping as his grip loosens and it falls somewhere onto the bed, forgotten.

You press closer, guiding him back without breaking the kiss. He goes down easily, still catching up and trying to figure out what was happening.

His back hits the mattress, and you follow, settling over him, caging his waist between your knees.

When you finally pull back he's just... staring at you, a little dazed and flustered.

“Sorry,” you murmur, breath uneven as you bursh your thumb across his cheek. “I just—” You huff out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “You looked so cute and excited. I couldn’t help it. It made me want to… I don’t know. Devour you.”

His lips part slightly, trying to find words, but nothing came out.

You don’t give him the chance anyway.

You lean in again, slower this time.

Your tongue darts out to meet his. He's more conscious now and he rolls it over yours as his hands finally move to slide around your back and pull you closer against him.

Your lips move away to trail kisses from his mouth, down the corner of his jaw.

His breath catches when your hips roll against his and when your teeth graze that perfectly sensitive spot just below his ear, the small, shaky whimper he lets out makes you smile against his skin.

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