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Fluff: [♡]
Angst: [✿]
Male Reader: [☆]
Gender Neutral Reader: [✧]
[N/A]: I will add more categories as I open more slots for requests and / or I post original stories.
Kim Namjoon
Love is nothing stronger. [♡] [☆]
The Bet. [♡] [✧]
Hold me Tight. [♡] [☆]
Kim Seokjin
Nothing to see here... yet
Min Yoongi
Proposal. [♡] [☆]
♡ Valentine's Special #1. [♡] [☆]
Jung Hoseok
Jealousy. [smut] [☆]
Park Jimin
Affection. [♡] [☆]
Impatient. [smut] [☆]
Kim Taehyung
Untitled. [smut] [☆]
Jeon Jungkook
Paper Hearts. [♡] [✧]
♡ Valentine's Special #1 [♡] [☆]
OT7
Nothing to see here... yet.
Bang Chan
In good hands [♡] [☆]
Truth or Dare [♡] [☆]
Grow Up [♡] [☆]
Untitled. [♡] [☆]
Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you! [♡][☆]
I know you always stay. [♡] [☆]
can we stay a while and listen for heaven? [♡][☆]
Lee Minho
♡ Valentine's Special #1 [♡] [☆]
Play Date [♡] [☆]
When it rains in your heart, I'll take you with me [♡][☆]
Break my heart myself. [♡] [✿]
Seo Changbin
Zero O’Clock [♡] [☆]
Baby, it's cold outside. [✧] [♡]
♡ Valentine's Special #1 [♡] [☆]
I'll be there [♡] [✿]
Hwang Hyunjin
Meant To Be [♡] [☆]
Han Jisung
Nothing to see here... yet.
Lee Felix
Nothing to see here... yet.
Kim Seungmin
the sound of your heart. [✿]
Yang Jeongin
'Cause I like you. [♡] [☆]
OT8
Reaction to having the same birthday as their s/o. | hyung line | maknae line [♡] [✧]
Reaction to their oblivious boyfriend being flirted with. | hyung line | maknae line [♡] [☆]
3racha reaction to: their idol s/o using a beat they gave them for their new comeback. [♡][✧]
Im Jaebeom
1:31 AM. [✿] [☆]
Mark Tuan
Nothing to see here... yet.
Jackson Wang
LMLY.[✿] [☆]
Park Jinyoung
Nothing to see here... yet.
Choi Youngjae
Nothing to see here... yet.
Kunpimook Bhuwakul
Nothing to see here... yet.
Kim Yugyeom
♡ Valentine's Special #1 [✧] [♡]
OT7
Nothing to see here... yet.
I’m not very strict about this, but there are some things that I do NOT write:
🚫 NSFW
🚫 Underage
🚫 Female reader
🚫 Incest
🚫 Serious medical conditions I’m not familiar with
🚫 Yandere
🚫 Hybrid
🚫 Magical, Historical AUs — except Harry Potter.
🚫 Basically any thing I don’t feel comfortable writing. I’ll let you know if you request something I don’t like.
However, I do write:
✅ Angst
✅ Fluff
✅ Poly
✅Reactions
✅One Shots
✅ Texts
• You can ask what would you want to read in the request, specific reactions, dialogues, etc. It’s up to you!
Requests for Reactions/Scenarios: Closed
Requests for One Shots: Open
Requests for Pride: OPEN
BTS:
Namjoon, drabble from prompt list #87
Jungkook, drabble from prompt list #61
Reaction to: army wanting the members to break up with reader.
>pairing —seo changbin x trans!male reader
>genre — fluff, a bit angsty
>summary — When you're overwhelmed by the return of your period and feelings of dysphoria, Changbin steps in with quiet care and love, proving that even in the hardest moments you're never alone.
>word count — 3,7k
>a/n: idk how this happened i was planning on writing something short and fluffy but yeah, anyway... I hope you like it! This is my first time posting in a long while but luckily i'm on my winter break, so i'll catch up with reqs! thank you so much for your patience and support xoxo
>warnings: dysphoria, menstrual themes.
“Alright, sounds good. How about next week? If I remember correctly, we have to record the dance practice for the title track.” Chan says and immediately looks at everyone’s reactions.
You all are practicing for the upcoming comeback, recording videos for promotion, practicing nonstop the different choreographies, attending meetings, recording some songs, practicing again, recording many more things for different platforms and doing many other interviews. It is exhausting, sometimes, but you all think it is worth it when seeing the results of your hard work.
“Yeah, next week seems fine.” Hyunjin agrees out loud meanwhile the rest of you just nod and stand up as today’s practice has finished. “I guess we could go live after recording the practice, and tease a bit about the comeback.”
Chan gives a few last indications and stays a bit talking to the staff while you start collecting your stuff and getting ready to go back to the dorm. It’s late, and you still need to get up early for tomorrow’s activities. As you walk back to the lockers you let out a deep sigh; your head has been hurting a lot and you could only owe it to the sleepless nights and continuous work. Changbin's eyes flicker to you as you try to gather your stuff, clearly in discomfort but not saying anything. He knows you better than anyone, especially after the months you've been together, but there’s still a certain sense of care and sensitivity he approaches your health with.
“Hey,” He murmurs softly as he grabs your bag before you could even touch it. “Are you okay?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You nod and give him a weak smile. “Yeah, just a little worn out. I’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t buy it, not for a second. He knows you enough to tell you were feeling bad; he has noticed how in this whole time in the practice room you didn’t say a word, only when you were asked to. The groans you let out as a sign of tiredness and discomfort wasn’t something he overlooked. “You sure? You’re still not looking like yourself. Do you want me to get you something?”
Before you can respond, he walks ahead of you, his phone already out. You’re not sure who he’s messaging, but by the time you walk out of the room, he’s holding some painkillers and a water bottle in his hands. “Here, love. Take this and let’s get you something to eat, alright? I’m making dinner tonight.”
You look up at Changbin, a bit surprised but mostly grateful. He’s always been the thoughtful one, noticing the smallest details when you’re not feeling your best. The thought of dinner sounds comforting, but you’re not sure if you have the energy to eat.
“I don’t know, I’m really not feeling great,” you mutter, rubbing your temples as the headache intensifies.
He shakes his head with that soft, concerned smile of his. "That’s exactly why you need to eat. And no arguing with me. You know I can’t let you starve, especially when you're like this."
You let out a tired laugh. "You’re really spoiling me, aren’t you?"
He winks, his grin widening. "Someone has to take care of you, especially when you're too stubborn to do it yourself."
You smile at him, feeling a little lighter, and let him lead you out of the building into the car waiting for you, his arm gently guiding you along. As all of you make your way back to the dorm, Jeongin, Minho and Felix are engaging in an interesting debate about which one is the best Pokémon, Hyunjin seems to be focused on something on his phone and Seungmin, Han and Chan are discussing details of their agenda. But Changbin keeps glancing over at you, his eyes filled with concern, making sure you're comfortable. You find it endearing, the way he always looks after you, even in the smallest of ways.
When you finally get back to the dorm, the first thing Changbin does is usher you to the couch, throwing a blanket over your shoulders before even thinking about starting dinner. You sink into the cushions, letting the comfort of the blanket wrap around you as you watch him bustle around the kitchen. He’s surprisingly good at cooking, something you learned early on in your relationship, and you can't help but admire the way he moves so effortlessly, his focus entirely on making sure you're okay.
"Sit back, relax. I’ve got it from here," he says, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing grin. "I’m the chef tonight."
Everyone seemed to catch up on you feeling a bit down so they do their best on not making too much noise and check up on you constantly. Felix has put on your favorite movie and Jeongin prepared you a warm bath; which you truly appreciated.
You were nearly sleeping on the couch as the warm water made you feel more tired, but Changbin finished cooking quickly with the help of Minho as well. You all gather at the table and try not to discuss work themes; everyone seemed to be tired of it as well, so a new rule you all agreed on was not to bring those matters to the dorm; just try to relax and catch a break from all the stress it implied.
“I’ll wash the dishes tonight, everyone just go to sleep.” Chan murmurs and everyone thanks him with a smile. You smile and stand up, rushing to your bedroom and hurrying to prepare for sleep.
Changbin walks in a few minutes later, still with a look of concern on his face. You exit the bathroom and yawn.
“How are you feeling now?” He asks as he starts to get ready too. You just get in bed and sigh.
You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Your head still hurts, but it’s not as intense as before, and the comfort of your bed helps ease the tension in your muscles.
"I’m okay now, I think," you reply, your voice softer than usual. “The bath really helped... and dinner was perfect, as always, so thank you. I feel... I don’t know, just a little less heavy.”
Changbin walks over to the bed, his expression softening even more as he sits next to you. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and caring.
You chuckle softly, closing your eyes for a moment. As much as you love seeing him take care of you, you can’t help but feel a little guilty. He deserves the same care and attention, but you’ve been too caught up in your own exhaustion to give him the same.
"I’m sorry for being such a mess lately," you murmur, barely audible.
Changbin stops mid-motion, "You’re not a mess. You're allowed to be tired, and you're allowed to ask for help when you need it. I’m here for all of it, alright? Just… don’t shut me out."
You look up at him, his eyes so full of understanding, and you feel your chest tighten with appreciation. He doesn’t want anything in return; he just wants to be there for you, in whatever way you need.
“I love you so much,” you whisper, your voice a little shaky.
He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I love you more, and I’ll always be here. You don’t have to thank me. Just… focus on getting better, okay?"
You nod, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Maybe you were running on empty, but with Changbin by your side, you knew you could face anything. Even the toughest days would feel a little easier with him there to support you.
Truth is, Changbin has been a gift sent from heaven. It was so easy for you two to connect, to develop something greater than a friendship; it was so natural, so meant to happen. You loved every single one of your friends, you even considered them your family; but with Changbin you just knew you were meant to be together as something more. He often liked to say you were like an extension of himself, of his soul.
At the beginning you were just a mess of nerves and fear. You were confident in your identity and being, it was the people’s reaction what made you feel worried. The thought of being misunderstood, judged, or treated differently because of who you were felt like a heavy weight on your chest. But over time, you learned to trust yourself more, to lean into your confidence, even when doubt crept in.
What made it all bearable, though, was finding the right people to stick by your side, people who saw you for who you truly were. Changbin was one of them. He never once faltered in his support. From the very beginning, when you had confided in him about your fears and insecurities, he was unwavering in his care and understanding. He made sure you always knew that your identity, your truth, was something beautiful in his eyes. He never made you feel like a burden, never pushed you to change, just accepted you fully, as you were.
You’d been together for a while now, but it wasn’t something you could just throw out to the fans. Being a part of Stray Kids has always been an exciting, rewarding journey, but it also came with its own challenges, especially in the industry you’re in, where image and expectations are everything. Things are fine as they are now; calm, private, and under control.
“I’m really lucky, aren’t I?” you murmur softly, nestling deeper into Changbin’s embrace.
He tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m the lucky one.”
You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. It’s a quiet moment, but in it, you feel like everything is right.
"Yeah," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed, "we're both lucky."
He hums softly in agreement, his thumb gently brushing against your arm as the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.
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The next week rolls around, and practice is as intense as ever. The comeback is just around the corner, and everyone is pushing hard to perfect every move and note. You’ve been working non-stop, barely catching a break, and the exhaustion is starting to take its toll. The symptoms had been there all week, the fatigue, headaches, cramps, but you convinced yourself it was just the stress of all the rehearsals, meetings, and promotions. After all, you’ve been on testosterone for months, and your periods had been absent, so you didn’t expect to deal with them again. But as the day goes on, the cramps intensify, and that’s when it hits you: Oh no. You’re getting your period.
You try to push through, focusing on the choreography and not letting yourself get distracted, but the pain becomes unbearable. You’re still moving, but it’s sluggish, like your body isn’t responding the way it should. Your stomach twists with each step, the cramps growing sharper, and you can feel your face flush. This isn’t just from stress, you think. It’s the real deal.
You’re about to say something when Changbin notices first. He’s always been quick to read your expressions, and today is no different. He pauses mid-step, his eyes catching yours, and something in his expression shifts. There’s a sudden concern there that makes you freeze. He knows.
"Hey," he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Are you okay? You don’t look so good."
You try to force a smile, but it feels weak. “I’m fine. Just tired, but I’ll catch up, honestly. I’ll be alright.”
Changbin sighs. His eyes flicker over you again, noticing the way you’re holding your stomach and the tightness in your posture. “You’re sweating, and you’re holding your stomach. It’s more than just being tired, isn’t it?”
You let out a shaky breath, trying to ignore the building anxiety in your chest. “I think I’m about to start my period…” you say in a quiet voice, almost embarrassed to admit it. You don’t want to make a scene, especially not in front of the team, but it’s hard to ignore the truth. You had thought the testosterone would stop your periods for good, and now, to have them come back so unexpectedly, it’s a shock. A panic starts to rise in your chest.
Changbin’s face softens, and he immediately takes a step closer, his expression filled with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t stress about it. We’ll figure it out.”
But you can’t help the worry that settles in your gut. You hadn’t expected this, and now it feels like everything’s coming undone. What if something’s wrong? What if I’m not supposed to have this anymore?
Before you can spiral into those thoughts, Changbin is already taking charge. He walks over to Chan and the staff, speaking to them in quiet tones. You can hear a few words exchanged, but the conversation feels distant as the pain continues to rise. You want to push through, to keep going, but the cramps are unbearable. You can barely stand up straight, and your body feels like it’s shutting down.
When Changbin comes back, he kneels down in front of you, his hand resting gently on your knee. “They’re good with everything. You don’t need to worry about the live or rehearsal for now. We’ll handle it.”
You open your mouth to protest, but the words get stuck in your throat. The thought of letting everyone down, especially when they’ve been counting on you, makes your chest tighten. You swallow hard, the weight of it all starting to sink in. “I feel like I’m failing, though. Everyone’s expecting me to be there, and I can’t even keep it together.”
Changbin takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You’re not failing. Taking care of yourself doesn’t make you weak. You’ve been working so hard, and you’ve got us. We’ve got your back, okay?”
His words ease the tightness in your chest, but the anxiety is still there, lingering in the back of your mind. You don’t want to feel like a burden, especially not to Changbin. But his reassuring smile and calm presence give you the comfort you need to let go of some of that fear.
He stands up, brushing a hand through your hair before looking down at you with a soft expression. “I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of. Let’s get you home, alright?”
As Changbin helps you out of the practice room and toward the car waiting to take you home, the guilt starts creeping in again. You’re quiet for most of the ride, staring out of the window, your mind racing. Why now? Why did this have to happen now of all times? What if the guys are mad at me? What if this keeps happening? What if something’s wrong with my body?
Changbin doesn’t press you to talk, though. He keeps his hand resting on yours, his thumb tracing calming circles over your knuckles. Every now and then, he glances over, but he knows you need the space to work through your thoughts, even if they’re running wild.
When you finally get back to the dorm, the silence feels heavier. As soon as the door closes behind you, it’s like the emotions you’ve been holding back all day come flooding in. You drop your bag to the floor, your shoulders shaking as tears start to spill. You’re angry at your body for betraying you, frustrated with yourself for not noticing the symptoms sooner, and overwhelmed by the thought of not being there for the team.
Changbin is by your side in an instant, gently pulling you into his arms. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice soft and grounding. “You’re okay. Just let it out.”
“I’m sorry,” you choke out, clinging to him. “I didn’t mean to-- this wasn’t supposed to happen, Binnie. I thought I was done with this. What if it doesn’t stop? What if something’s wrong with me? And now I’m missing practice and the live, and everyone’s going to think I’m slacking or--”
“Stop,” he cuts in gently but firmly, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes meet yours, steady and full of reassurance. “None of that is true. You’re not slacking, and you’re not failing. Your body’s doing something unexpected, yeah, but it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with you. It’s just a part of the process, okay? You’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for.”
His words break through the storm in your head just enough to make you pause, but the tears keep coming. You bury your face in his chest, letting yourself cry as he holds you tightly.
Meanwhile, back at the studio, the rest of the group has gone live. They’re chatting with fans, teasing the comeback, and answering questions, but your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed.
Where’s ______?, one fan asks in the chat, echoed by several others, as well asking for Changbin.
Chan steps in smoothly, his tone light but comforting. “Ah, ____ wasn’t feeling well today, so he’s resting. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon! We’re taking good care of him. Changbinnie is making sure he is doing fine.”
The chat floods with messages of support and concern, and the members take turns reassuring the fans, making sure the focus stays positive. Changbin had already briefed them before he left, and you know they’ve got your back. But that doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at you as you picture them carrying on without you.
“See?” Changbin whispers as he rubs soothing circles on your back, as if he can sense your spiraling thoughts. “They’re all handling it just fine. No one’s upset, and the fans are being super supportive. You’re not letting anyone down, love. You’re just human.”
You sniffle, wiping at your face as you pull back slightly to look at him. “I just hate feeling like I’m not doing enough. And this stupid period is making me feel worse.”
“You’re doing more than enough,” he insists, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You push yourself so hard every day, and it’s okay to take a step back when you need to. That doesn’t make you any less important to the team, or to me.”
You sigh and feel more tears streaming down your face. A silence fills the room for a moment as you collect your thoughts. Changbin clears the traces. “What else are you thinking of?”
“I feel… so out of place,” you whisper, voice cracking. “It’s like my own body is against me. I thought I was past this. I’ve been on T for years, and I’ve been doing everything right, but it still comes back, Binnie. I feel like I’m back at square one, like I’m not even–”
“Hey,” he interrupts softly but firmly, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Don’t say that. You’re exactly who you’re meant to be. None of this changes that, not even for a second.”
“But it feels like it does,” you cry, voice trembling. “It feels like no matter what I do, I’m stuck in a body that doesn’t feel like mine. And now this, on top of everything else– I just feel so overwhelmed, like I can’t catch a break.”
Changbin takes a deep breath, holding you close as he thinks carefully about what to say. “I can’t pretend to fully understand how this feels for you,” he starts quietly. “But I do know that it doesn’t make you any less of the amazing, strong person that you are. You’ve been through so much, and you’ve come so far. One bad day, or even a bad week, doesn’t undo all of that.”
His words don’t fix everything, but they cut through the noise in your head just enough to ground you. You grip his arm tightly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and it helps pull you back to the present.
“It just feels so unfair,” you murmur after a moment. “I’m so tired of this fight.”
“I know, love,” he whispers, resting his chin on top of your head. “I hate that you have to go through this, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, always. Whatever you need; space, comfort, distraction, I’ll do it. You just have to tell me.”
You let out a shaky breath, your body slowly relaxing into his. “I don’t even know what I need right now,” you admit.
“That’s okay,” he says gently, his hand moving to rub soothing circles on your back. “We’ll figure it out together. For now, just focus on breathing, okay? One thing at a time.”
He shifts slightly, grabbing the blanket he’d brought over earlier and wrapping it snugly around both of you. “You’re not alone in this. And this doesn’t change how I see you or how much I care about you. You’re still you, always.”
The sincerity in his voice breaks through some of the tension in your chest. You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you focus on the sound of his heartbeat. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of emotions starts to ebb, replaced by a small flicker of comfort. Changbin doesn’t rush you or try to push you to move on from how you’re feeling. He just stays there, holding you, letting you take the time you need.
His words hit you right in the chest, and for the first time all day, you feel a little less alone.You let out a shaky breath, leaning into him again as you whisper, “Thank you, Binnie.”
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms still wrapped securely around you. “Always,” he replies softly. “Now, how about we get you into some comfy clothes and set up a little movie night? Just you and me.”
The thought of curling up on the couch with him, away from all the stress and expectations, sounds like exactly what you need. You nod, finally letting yourself relax a little, knowing that for now, it’s okay to let someone else take care of you.
Hello, wanted to first start off and say I love your work. I had a request if that was ok, i wasn't able to find a rules list so im gonna pray i dont brake anything lol.
If your comfortable with trans male memeber reader. could i request Changbin supporting there boyfriend through his period. (Its more of a comfort thing for me, cuz my cramping is so horrible i cant even walk)
Like thay fo there practice and thay do some lives but the reader is absence and fans are worried and what not. And so thay just say hes under the wether. (Cuz non of the fan knows about him being trans)
And its all just fluffy comfort.
If your not comfortable with writing this thats 100% ok. I'll request something else instead lol.
hellooooo, im sorry i just read this and idk if it has been sitting on my reqs for long cause i don't think i ever got a notification about this 😭 and quite frankly i don't use tumblr that much anymore but I LOVE THIS IDEA and I'll write this asap
I hope that everyone will help me and my family to get out of this stifling crisis, which no human being can bear. I am writing to you very tired and almost without energy,The situation is really unbearable, we are burning with pain from what we see, what we are really going through cannot be described😔
The worry is really eating me up, and we've grown so old
I hope everyone stands by us. We are human beings who feel like you, and asking for help is difficult, but what we are going through is very difficult, and unfortunately it has led to this.
My family and I were displaced from the north of Gaza to the south. Our house was damaged, and we are now living in a tent that is unbearable to sit in. We were drowned by rainwater, and everything in our tent got wet. I feel tired every day, and it gets worse. I hope you do not neglect us. And help me and my family to get out of Gaza in peace, by donating through this link, may God bless you.🙏
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship au
summary: the dysphoria hits you as you're getting ready to go out with your friends but jungkook is there to make you feel better.
warnings: a little breakdown because of dysphoria, mentions of a gender-affirming surgery, jungkook calls you love because i'm a SLUT for that petname.
wordcount: 2.7k
note: hey 👀 so... i'm aware that there's not a lot of male!reader and trans male!reader content here so i wanted to try and write a cute little drabble for people who might want to read this type of content. i hope you like it a lot !!!
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"can i borrow one of your shirts?" you ask loud enough for jungkook to hear from the bathroom after having no luck finding a nice shirt in your side of the closet.
"of course you can," jungkook replies with his voice a little muffled and you turn to the open bathroom door, he's brushing his teeth. "you don't even have to ask." he adds.
"okay, thanks babe." you blow him a kiss and he winks at you before moving back to the sink.
you quickly find a nice oversized soft pink shirt with a darker pink drawing on it. you don't waste any time, taking your shirt off immediately and put his on, walking towards the mirror to check the look. it's a cute look, jungkook's shirt looks good with your baggy light blue jeans with wide pockets.
but you hate it. you like the fit but you hate how it looks on you. and it is all because of the same thing as always, your chest. your stupid chest that always ruins everything. you can see the curve on your shirt from your boobs even with your binder on and you fucking hate it. you hate it so much that when you look up to see the reflection of your face in the mirror you can notice how miserable you look all of the sudden.
it's not always like this. usually, you just suck it up because there's nothing you can do about it for now, but sometimes the dysphoria hits too much and it feels like you're drowning in all of your insecurities.
"ah, isn't that shirt cool?" jungkook speaks behind you and you turn around to look at him. his smile completely fades away as soon as he sees you. "what happened?" he asks, his wide eyes suddenly filled with worry.
you're so lucky to have jungkook, just one look at you and he already knows something is up. he always knows.
"i... i don't..." the worst thing is that you feel embarrassed to say it out loud.
jungkook has been your boyfriend for over two years. you met him when you had just started transitioning and he always supported you, right from the start. you know he will always be there to listen to your worries and insecurities because he loves you, so you shouldn't be embarrassed about things like this. but even after everything, it is still difficult.
you turn back to the mirror and take another look at yourself, slightly turning to check your profile. your shoulders drop and you sigh in disappointment when you can clearly see your stupid chest through the shirt.
"love." jungkook speaks with that gentle and careful tone, like he's thinking about what he could say to comfort you because of course he knows what's wrong. but he doesn't really say anything, he just walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror.
"what?" you avoid his eyes as yours go down to your chest, then to his arms wrapped around you. he has strong arms and they make your body look so small when he holds you like this. you kinda wish you were also big and strong like him, the only thing that's keeping you from having another dysphoria breakdown over not being bigger is how nice it feels to be held by him.
"you look really cool." your boyfriend says as he looks up and down your body but you can only sigh.
"i look stupid." you say.
"you don't." he lifts his head from your shoulder to instead nuzzle against your neck, leaving a sweet little kiss on it.
"i do," you insist and jungkook's breath hits your neck from how he sighs. "i don't even know why you..." you shut your mouth before finishing the sentence because it would hurt too much to say it but jungkook looks up from your neck with a frown and rests his chin on your shoulder again, never breaking the backhug.
"why i what?" he asks curiously, his eyes narrowed as they look straight into yours through the mirror.
"i don't- i don't know why you like me." the knot in your throat almost doesn't let you finish the sentence but you somehow do.
"what?" jungkook frowns, he looks at you like you've said the craziest thing he's ever heard. "literally what the hell are you talking about?" he actually sounds mad and you flinch a little at the tone of his voice but he instantly turns you around to face him and he cups your cheeks with his hands. "can you please tell me why you think that?"
"it's not that i think you don't like me," you clarify, suddenly feeling even smaller. "but i don't know... you like boys, and i don't look like a boy. it feels like i'm not... manly enough." you mutter, your voice so quiet with embarrassment that you're sure jungkook wouldn't have heard you if he wasn't so close to you.
"are you a boy?" jungkook asks simply.
"jungkook-"
"are you?"
"yes."
"then why are you saying those things?" he brushes your cheeks with his thumbs. "i could not care less about what's under your clothes and if you look more or less manly, whatever the hell that means."
"but i care," you say and immediately look down when your voice breaks and the first tear rolls down your cheek. you can hear jungkook sigh, not an annoyed sigh but a defeated sigh, you know this is not easy for him either and you can't blame him. "i'm so tired." you put your hands over your face as you start crying and jungkook wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him in a warm hug.
"it's okay, love, i'm here." he rubs your back as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head on his chest, not having half a mind to feel bad for wetting his shirt with your tears.
"i just want to feel good with myself, it's all i've wanted for years, but it's so hard." you sob against his chest.
"i know it is." jungkook hums and holds your head to his chest with one of his hands, slowly brushing your hair to try and calm you down a little.
"i go out and strangers refer to me as a girl, i look in the mirror and i don't see a boy, my body sucks... i fucking hate it." you're full on sobbing now. you're crying like a baby and jungkook is so gentle with you, he holds you until your sobs have turned into little whimpers and a little headache is starting to bother you. that's what you hate about crying, the headache after.
"look at me, y/n." jungkook speaks softly, as if not to disturb you.
you look up at him and he quickly brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently and starting to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry." you sniff and he frowns.
"why are you sorry, love?" jungkook leans down and leaves a kiss on your forehead that makes you feel a little giddy even in your current state.
"i don't know," you force a chuckle. "for crying over something so stupid."
"it's not stupid," he shakes his head. "it's something that is upsetting you, that's never something stupid."
"i love you." you say and feel a little better when he smiles.
"i love you too," jungkook gives your lips a little kiss. "and you look fucking cool with this fit." he adds.
"i don't," you insist and ignore the way he rolls his eyes to turn around again and look in the mirror. "i'll wear a big hoodie or something, anything that covers this." you point towards your chest in frustration.
"it's really hot outside, if you wear a hoodie you're gonna melt into the ground." jungkook says and sits on the edge of your bed, not taking his eyes off of you.
"i don't care," you say. "those are the types of things you have to endure, but you wouldn't understand," you turn around to gesture at him with your hand. "you already have that flat chest, you have nothing to worry about."
"don't hate the player." he puts his hands up and you can't help but chuckle a little.
"stupid..." you mumble as you go back to look for some other clothes in the closet.
"also, not to brag but i might have more boobs than you." jungkook jokes and you throw your head back in laughter. you appreciate that he knows how to make you laugh in moments like this.
"yeah, if you don't stop going to the gym." you say, going through his clothes.
"you want me to stop going to the gym?" he asks and you turn around to look at him. jungkook is looking at you with a dangerous smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
"careful," you warn him and he breaks in a laugh. "you know i don't want you to stop going." you walk towards him until you're standing between his spread legs.
"i know," jungkook hums as you run your hand through his soft hair. he puts his hands on your thighs as to keep you in place, his fingers playing with the side pockets of your jeans. "you love using my chest as a pillow, of course i would know." he says, making you laugh.
"they are really squishy." you bring your free hand to his chest and poke one of his pecs, making him squirm away from you.
"stop!" he giggles, grabbing your wrist to pull it away. he ends up intertwining your fingers together.
"you use my chest as a pillow too." you say as you keep playing with his hair with your other hand.
"should i not?" he asks, voice a bit softer now as he gives your hand he's holding a little squeeze. you know he's still careful around certain topics sometimes.
"you can, it's okay." you shrug with a little smile because you find him so cute.
"okay." he nods and suddenly lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around your middle and pull you closer, his head pressed to your stomach.
"will you... will you miss my boobs when i don't have them anymore?" you ask quietly. both of your hands are on his hair now, playing with the soft strands between your fingers.
"huh?" he hums.
"i mean, i know you like them..." you trail off but he doesn't say anything so you keep talking. "i wonder if you would prefer me with boobs."
jungkook pulls away just enough to look up at you. "what are you talking about?"
"i don't know."
"love, i just told you i don't give a shit what's under your clothes," he says. "i fell in love with you, not with your boobs, you know."
a little smile grows on your face. "i fell in love with your boobs, actually." you tease him and he chuckles a little.
"okay, but seriously," jungkook continues. "i'll like you just the same when you have a flat chest. i'll like you even more because i know you're gonna be a lot happier."
"so you don't care that i'm not gonna have boobs anymore?"
"even if i cared, who gives a fuck what i think about it?" he frowns. "you're the one who decides what you want to do with your body."
"i know." you nod.
"so please, don't let those ugly thoughts cloud that pretty head, okay?" he says as he slips his hands under your (his) shirt and places them on your waist, just leaving them there like he needs that skin to skin contact. "in my eyes you're fucking gorgeous now and you'll be fucking gorgeous after."
you can't help but smile and bend down a little to kiss him, your hands slipping down from his hair to his cheeks.
"i love you." you say after breaking the kiss.
"i love you more," he smiles and gives you another kiss. "you're so handsome, love."
"okay, enough with the praises," you giggle as you stand up straight again. "i know you enough to know where this is going and i don't wanna be late."
"it's not my fault you're horny all the time," he pouts and you gasp, letting your jaw drop dramatically. "you know it's true, so don't even try to act offended."
"i hate you." you sigh and turn around to walk back to the closet.
"you don't." he says and you can hear the smile in his voice.
you take jungkook's shirt off your body and grab one of his favorite hoodies, putting it on and walking to the mirror. you check your profile and sigh in relief at how the thick material doesn't let your chest pop out as much as the shirt, but you're still a little disappointed.
"you know i've been promoted at work, soon we will-"
"jungkook, stop." you cut him off, already knowing where this is going.
"soon we will afford the mastectomy." he says either way and you sigh, turning to him.
"you're not gonna pay for it, jungkook." you try to sound as serious as you can because you know how stubborn he is. you actually know he's not gonna listen either way because you've talked about this so many times before so you don't really know why you keep trying.
"i'm not gonna pay for it, i'm just gonna help." jungkook replies easily with a shrug of his shoulders.
"this is my thing, i have to pay for it myself." you insist.
"love, you know you can't afford it."
"that's why i'm saving up."
"and that's also why i'm saving up too, because i wanna help you pay it." jungkook says.
"jungkook."
"if we save up together this will be over sooner, do you know that?"
you go quiet.
"it breaks my heart to see you like this, to see you so frustrated because you want something and you can't have it." jungkook stands up and walks slowly towards you. "just let me help you. i want to do this with you." he takes one of your hands in his and you lower your head to look at them. your hands look so small in his, but that's also something you kinda like.
"i don't want you to waste money on me." you mutter.
"i'm not gonna waste that money," jungkook says. "thanks to that money i'm gonna see you happier and more confident than ever, i can't fucking wait to spend that money on it."
you exhale through your nose and lift your head up again to look at him. "you're too sweet."
"i know." he sighs dramatically, making you laugh again.
"i love you."
"i love you too," jungkook whispers before kissing you again. "my pretty boy."
"stop..." you warn him and he chuckles.
"c'mon, go get ready." he gives your ass a little slap.
"do you think i look good like this?" you step back a little to let him see the look.
"you look great," jungkook says. "i love it when you wear my clothes."
"i love wearing your clothes," you smile wide and grab your phone from the nightstand. "i should get going."
"mh, okay." he nods as he walks out of the bedroom, you follow him.
"don't wait for me, i'll probably be out until late." you tell him and jungkook hums.
"okay, tell eunji happy birthday for me." he says and walks to the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table before sitting down.
"i will." you say while he starts looking for something to watch on the tv. your gaze goes down to your body, fixing the hoodie a little.
"love," jungkook calls you and you look up, he's already looking at you. "you look so good." he says.
"do i really?"
"yes," he nods. "so good that if you don't leave now i won't be able to let you go."
you throw your head back as you laugh. "okay."
"have fun, keep me updated if anything happens." he tells you and you just hum.
"love you!" you say as you disappear down the corridor towards the door.
"love you more, handsome!"
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A/N: i hope you liked this little fic !!! as a non binary person with craaaaaazy dysphoria this one has an important place in my heart, all of us live through these things in different ways but i hope you enjoyed this story. thank u for reading <3 let me know if you would like to read more about this couple in the future 👀
(also, i'm still working on the part two for basic needs so hang in there !! it's coming)
ꕥ Warnings: Male reader, male x male, amab, m4m, mlm, m!reader, bottom reader, Bang Chan x M!Reader, rainy day, thunder/storm, Astraphobia! Extreme fear of thunder = Phonophobia! Fear of loud noise, reader has astraphobia AND phonophobia, comfort, praises/compliments, pet names: baby boy/my love/love
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.
The night sky was dark, and the storm outside was relentless. The storm was fierce, with thunder and booming and lightning flashing across the sky. Thunder strucks again, and lightning illuminated the room for a split seconds before fading away again. You sat curled up on the couch, trembling in fear, tears leaving your eyes and staining your cheeks. The sound of thunder always sent shivers down your spine and tonight was no different.
You cover your ears, trying to block out the terrifying and loud sounds. Your heart raced, and you felt paralyzed in fear.
Bang Chan was searching for you all over the house until he found you in the living room, curled up into a ball on the couch. He noticed your distress and quickly moved to your side. Gently removing your hands and placing his noise-canceling headphones over your ears, playing your favourite playlist that he kept saved in his phone. Raising the volume so you could stop hearing everything around you completely.
You raise your head and your eyes were met with Bang Chan's. He points at his lips as he starts mumbling, 'Take deep breaths, I'm here for you.' Reading his lips easily you nod your head slightly and closed your eyes, starting to take deep breaths as Bang Chan looked at you worriedly. He slowly starts lowering the volume as you opened your eyes again. "Hey, it's okay," Bang Chan whispered, his voice soothing you as it was soft and gentle. "I'm right here with you."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer into a protective embrace. The warmth and security of Bang Chan's hug began to ease your anxiety. "You're doing just fine, baby boy. Breathes, take breaths," Bang Chan continued, his voice still in the same soft tone. "Everything will be just fine, focus on my voice and the music, okay?"
You nod your head as the storm continued, Bang Chan held you tightly, his presence being like a comforting shield against the fear. Gently pulling you onto his lap and allowing you to snuggle closer. "You're safe with me, baby boy," He murmered while stroking your back softly. "You're so brave, just breathe and relax. I've got you."
You took another deep breath as you try to focus on the music but mostly on Bang Chan's soothing words. Being the kind lover he is, he gave your cheek a soft kiss and moved his hand on your lower back. Resting it there while his free hand moved up on your head to rest your head on his chest for comfort.
The thunder still rumbled outside, but it felt more distant now, less threatening. The background noises blurring out as you were in your own little world with Bang Chan. “Thank you,” You whispered while your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, love.”
Bang Chan smiled, holding you even tighter. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied. “I’m always here for you. We’ll get through this together, my love.”
The minutes passed, and gradually, you began to feel more at ease. The storm outside continued, but with Bang Chan’s comforting presence, it seemed less overwhelming. The both of you stayed like that for a while, Bang Chan gently rocking you and whispering reassurances.
Eventually, the storm began to subside, the thunder growing quieter and the lightning less frequent. You felt a sense of relief wash over you. “It’s almost over,” Bang Chan said, his voice filled with warmth. “You did so well.”
You nod slightly, feeling a bit of prideness for making it this far. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” you admitted.
“Now, how about we watch a movie or do something fun to take your mind off things?” Bang Chan suggested while looking down at you, planting soft kisses on your head every now and then.
You smiled subtly, feeling grateful for Bang Chan’s unwavering support. “That sounds perfect,” you reply, snuggling closer to him as much as possible. Probably becoming impossible now. “Thank you, Channie.”
As the both of you settled in to watch a movie, you felt a deep sense of comfort and safety. With Bang Chan by your side, you knew you could face any storm, both literal and metaphorical. Because, you had the most kindest and protective boyfriend. He has been comforting and reassuring you ever since you told him your had these two phobias.
> summary — being friends with benefits with someone you were deeply in love with was just wearing you out. unfortunately, you weren't sure if you could put it to an ending.
> word count — 500
"I'm very sleepy," Seungmin says as he gets into a better position on the bed. his head rests on the pillow next to you and he covers you both with the blanket that just minutes ago was an unfolded mess at the end of the bed. "sorry. I had a tough day, is it okay if I sleep for a bit before I drive you home?"
You smile and nod as an answer, "Of course. Get some sleep, I'll wake you up in a bit."
As you say this, you intend to stand up to get dressed, but Seungmin's hand stops you from doing it. A soft touch on your waist sends butterflies to your stomach. He slowly caresses your skin before finally moving his hand to your back, pulling you closer. Body to body. Warm skin in touch and setting a fire. Your heart beats even faster than it did when you reached your high just some minutes before. And you just know Seungmin noticed it. Chest against chest, and breaths intertwining.
He doesn't open his eyes but he surely leaves a kiss on your forehead.
You're just too stunned to utter a word.
Why do you do this? That's all you can think of.
For the last couple of months, you've just conformed by being friends with benefits with him. Because he said he isn't ready for commitment, because it's not what he is looking for. So you thought this is better than having nothing. You've been hiding your true feelings for so long and it has been eating you alive. But then again, you were just willing to have as little as Seungmin could offer.
And it's moments like this when you wonder if he ever felt the same way too, even if he didn't want to openly admit it. You wondered if he felt his heart to the edge of bursting whenever he hugged you or kissed you. You wondered if he tried to let you know his feelings through those small, yet intimate actions.
Seungmin falls asleep in within minutes, but you're still awake, breathing slowly and trying not to move to not disturb him. You slowly separate a bit and see his face. His hair certainly is a mess, but he looks like an angel. You feel tempted to caress his cheek but stop right after you could even make contact. His lips are slightly parted and you just couldn't believe you were kissing him earlier.
I'm yours, but are you mine? The question runs around your mind.
He looks so peaceful, so fucking beautiful. And you can't believe that this is it. Why can't it be more? Why can't it be what you so desperately need? Why can't he see you're madly in love with him?
Your eyes fill up with tears. The realization of your feelings after such a vulnerable moment hits you like an arrow. You love him. And, as much as you want to hear that from him, you deeply know that won't happen.
> summary — despite being integrated into stray kids a little late, minho and you quickly clicked and started a great relationship. unfortunately, some fans can't still see it.
> a/n — hihi! i hope you enjoy this, and i'm sorry i'm a bit late posting your request u.u happy belated birthday, lovely anon!
You were certainly not having the best time now. Starting off by these couple of days have been really tough since your group is having a comeback soon; so you had to deal with rehearsals that didn’t seem to have an ending soon, a lot of photograph sessions with tons of makeup and dress changes, and endless nights locked up in the studio to write and record songs.
You tried to tell yourself it’s easy. Reminding yourself and repeating comforting words like it’ll all be over soon, and you’d be able to enjoy performing and connect with fans once the promotions started, but you were getting tired.
“Hey, are you ready for today’s recording? Everyone but us and Minho are already at the studio.” Changbin pats your shoulder and brings you back down to earth, to later nod get up from the couch. You were still sleepy and wanted to take a quick nap in the living room while everyone was getting ready, but you got too deep in your thoughts and you couldn’t get the chance to do it.
Minho exits your shared bedroom and sweetly smiles at you, approaching quickly and opening his arms to embrace you right after.
“Are you okay, sleepyhead?” He softly murmurs, making you chuckle.
“Yeah, just a bit tired. I’ll be better once we get to the studio, though.” You tell him not to worry him too much; Minho already had enough on his plate.
“Alright, the minivan is outside now, let’s go quickly before everyone starts complaining.” Changbin says.
It’s a quiet ride. Changbin decided to put on his headphones and listen to, you suppose, things he composed late night hours the past few weeks, meanwhile your head is resting on Minho’s shoulder as he scrolls down tiktok and laughs with you, liking cute kitty videos and some other random stuff about Stray Kids and another accounts he follows, obviously on a secret account.
Suddenly, an edit from a fan pops up. Short clips and photos of your boyfriend and Han at the rhythm of a love song. You don't say a thing, not even flinch, and Minho just keeps scrolling as if nothing happened.
Certainly, you have noticed all those fan edits, tweets and messages on vlive about the friendship between Minho and Jisung. It started even before you joined the group, so you understood where they were coming from, it still didn't make you feel comfortable about it. Because, even though you respected and loved their friendship, you didn't like the fact that your boyfriend was being shipped with another person by lots of people, while the attention of your dynamics, despite it being a little bit more subtle for obvious reasons, was being underestimated.
Nothing much was said in the way, Minho locked his phone a few minutes right before arriving and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You walk separately, just in case, but as soon as you're on the 5th floor of the building, he takes your hand and smoothly squeezes.
"Oh god, you're finally here. What took you so long?" Hyunjin groans and stands up from his chair as soon as you enter Chan's studio.
"Sorry, I actually took my time to have breakfast, not like you who ate under 5 minutes and ran away."
Changbin tries to defend himself and leaves his belongings on the desk.
"It's not our fault you eat so slowly." Hyunjin continues to joke, so Bin furrows.
"Okay, okay, enough. We have a lot of work to do today." Chan steps up with a smile and starts giving updates for you guys and general directions.
So you all do as told, spending a good time deep in the lyrics of a new song and getting familiarized with it, owning it and adding everyone's details, singing with your hearts and praising each other. It's a song Jisung wrote and you all couldn’t help but be amazed by how great it was.
After a few hours of singing and arranging, you all decided it was time to take a break and get something to have for lunch. The maknae line offered to go to the cafeteria and get you all food, meanwhile Chan, Minho, Changbin and you waited and threw some ideas to continue with the recording; well, it was mainly Changbin and Chan arranging some stuff, too deep in their world meanwhile you two were snuggled on the couch.
His fingers on your hair, touching softly, a humming which you could say resembled the singing of an angel, and his other hand with a tight holding of your back. Yet so careful and subtle. You loved the way Minho made you feel; like home, safe and sound. Loved, above all.
You were so grateful to get the chance to be part of the group, since you joined a little later, but it still impressed you the easiness of how they welcomed you and how the fans were happy about it. After all, it was meant to be. You 'd like to think that, at least.
In between the calmness that just set, you look up to find Minho with his eyes closed, so you admire him closely; every mole, his bright and soft skin, his calm breath, his humming alongside the rhythm of his heartbeat making you feel at ease. A feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.
A few minutes later, everyone gets back in the studio with bags in their hands, the smell of food makes you realize you're hungry, so you stand up and kiss the tip of Minho's nose and smile before helping the guys with the bags.
Everyone takes a seat and begins to unpack the food, rushing to eat something to put you all in a better mood for the next few hours of work ahead of you. Occasionally you discuss what you have done so far, but you try to make the rest of the break pleasant and distracting so that everyone feels a little less tense.
"Oh, guys," Felix speaks up as you're about to finish. "Why don't we pair up and upload some tiktoks of what we're doing? It could be like a little spoiler for stays."
"Yeah, it'd be cool, but couldn't we get in trouble for this?" Jeongin asks, concerned.
Chan simply shrugs, "No, we won't. And if we do, I don't care. It's gonna be fun."
Everyone laughs and decides to go for it, so now Chan makes you all decide whether you should pick your partner or shall he assign them, so you all choose the last option. He knows you well and how you work together, and that ends up with you paired with Hyunjin, Chan is with Seungmin and Felix, Jeongin and Changbin are together and last but not least, Han and Minho.
Now, you didn't wanna seem upset about it, but a bad feeling just settles in you. You would probably not read the comments under their video, though. The tiny hope you'd get to do this with Minho vanished away, and you were not mad about it, just a little bit disappointed.
"Alright, let's just record a few seconds of the song, meanwhile just do a lip sync and do something nice at the ending, I guess? Like we usually do." Chan indicates briefly as he takes his phone and opens the camera, and so the first ones are Changbin and Jeongin. They end up making finger hearts with a lovely expression on their faces that makes you all chuckle.
Felix, Chan and Seungmin are up next, and they send kisses to the camera, making you cringe a little, and consequently they laugh about it too, but thinking it's funny. Then, Hyunjin and you make a small and improvised choreography as well, and end up with a cool model pose, with your arm laying on his shoulder and looking empowered.
And finally, Han and Minho simply make a heart with their arms and shortly wave goodbye before the video ends. Chan posts them right after and hopes it all goes well afterwards.
The rest of the recording goes smooth and quick. You're too deep in your thoughts about this situation, that is clearly out of your control, but you guess that was what bothered you more. The fact that you couldn't stand up and for once and for all put an end to all those rumors and theories just makes you feel even more mad and helpless.
"Okay, that's it for today, let's go home, alright? I'll prepare dinner for you guys." Minho says, causing everyone to cheer up after the tiring day you all just had. He places a kiss on your forehead and picks up your belongings as you head to the back of the building, where the minivan waits for you.
Of course Minho notices you're suddenly quiet rather than being clingy, but he assumes you're tired and lets you sleep a bit on your way back to the apartment.
As soon as everyone arrives home, Minho gets ready to start preparing dinner while the others take turns taking a shower, watching TV and others on their cell phones.
"Is there anything I can help you with, sweetheart?" you ask sweetly as you approach from behind his back, placing your hands on his waist. Minho lets out a nervous little laugh and looks you in the eye.
"Don't worry, prince. Let your boyfriend take care of preparing something delicious for you. You just sit back and wait looking pretty as always."
"I heard that!" Seungmin passes laughing and unnoticed through the kitchen, making Minho blush. While everyone is aware of how mellow you guys can be, it was still something they were amused by.
“Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can do.’’ You simply state and go to the living room, taking a seat and opening tiktok. And you promised yourself you wouldn’t read the comments, but you couldn’t help it. You oftenly chuckled at all the things stay came up with, and liked some of them, as you were using your private account. Then, when Han and Minho’s clip popped up you hesitated a bit, but did it anyway. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting, to everyone comment chill and light-hearted things and not focused on their ship? Of course that wouldn’t happen.
All those “They’re definitely dating’’, and “Minsung is real’’ type of comments were getting on your nerves lately, digging deep into the uncomfortableness and bother you’ve been bottling up the past few years. You just reached the point where you can’t hide your disappointment and jealousy anymore.
After you take a shower and try to relax, you gather with your friends and boyfriend in the kitchen to have dinner. It’s the opposite of being quiet, of course. Everyone is laughing and joking around, as always. But you, on the other hand, are more serene; despite being the other way on the inside. Minho notices it and tries to understand why, but nothing comes to mind. He softly squeezes your knee under the table but you only look at him and give him a fake smile as you finish eating.
You are the first one to finish, so you stand up and wash your plate and utensils quickly, saying nothing more than a goodnight to everyone and go straight to your room, washing your teeth in a heartbeat and deciding to get in bed and sleep before Minho could enter and start asking questions regarding in your behavior tonight. But of course, as soon as you clean your face, Minho's steps in the room and sighs, heading to the bathroom.
"Hey," He says, taking his toothbrush and standing next to you. "Is everything alright? You were very quiet, is anything I c-"
"Don't worry," You interrupt him before he can say more. "I guess I'm too tired. I just want to sleep."
"Are you sure?" He insists.
"Yes," A kiss is placed on his cheek, making Minho blush. "Let's go get some rest, okay? I'll wait for you."
Still, Minho isn't at all convinced, but lets it slide for now.
The night is spent with you both intertwined, your face hidden on the crook of his neck, his heartbeat lullabies you into a heavy sleep and the comfortableness of his arms around you. Tomorrow will be a better day, you say to yourself before falling completely asleep.
Truth is, the next day is slightly better. Minho is really attentive to you, because he is aware something is up, and even though he knows you're not ready to tell him yet, he wanted to make you feel better and let you know you could count on him and open up whenever you wanted.
"Today we will just arrange the last track and tomorrow we will continue with dance practices." Chan says once you're all on your way to the studio, getting everyone's attention. "And I thought, after we finish, we can make a short vlive? It's been a while since we've done one together and it's a perfect occasion, in a few weeks we will be releasing this brand new album, right? So… are you in?"
No one hesitates to agree with the idea. Chan is right, it's been quite a while since you all gathered to make a live and have fun, so it sounds like it will be a pleasant and distracting activity after these past days of stress and overwork.
So all said and done, once you guys are done with the recording of the last track of the album, you get some food and make yourselves comfortable to start with the live. Chan is sitting in his chair, while on the couch in the back is Changbin, right on the armrest, right next to him, Jeongin and Seungmin are along the couch, and on the opposite side to Changbin, Felix has taken a seat.
Minho and Han are on the left side of Chan, and Hyunjin has kept you company on the opposite side, so that everyone can be seen by Stay in front of the camera.
"Okay, is everyone ready?" Chan asks once he has set everything up to start, and presses the start live button when he gets a positive response from everyone.
And it's really nice. Everyone is having a pretty fun time, reading the stay comments, they're placing bets and asking about the songs they will hear next. You guys are joking around, making little spoilers in order to make them suffer a bit for the wait ahead until the album is released, thanking them for the kind comments about the last tiktoks you uploaded among some other comments.
Suddenly the comments drift off to the actions everyone is doing while reading; Jeongin, for example, has started ponytailing Felix's hair and then asked for suggestions to further style his hair, Hyunjin has started feeding you the snacks you brought, while Minho and Han are pushing each other with their shoulders to get more camera, so suddenly some more comments about them catch your attention, which inevitably makes you raise your eyes towards them.
It's a simple, innocent game, but the comments paint it as flirting. And you don't like the way that makes you feel.
Your spirits are now down, and Hyunjin notices it immediately, so he comforts you, hugging you a little, letting you know that you can count on him if you need to let off steam, and also taking your cell phone so you can no longer read those comments.
He quickly sends a message to Chan to end the live broadcast promptly, which he does within a few minutes without question, just after everyone has said goodbye and sent good wishes for Stay.
"So, shall we go now?" Jeongin asks a bit concerned at the abrupt ending, to which Chan confirms and says it was gonna last a bit anyway, since he still needed to be at the studio longer and wanted everyone to get more rest.
"Okay, _____ and I are going to the bathroom real quick, meet you all downstairs?" Hyunjin quickly says and everyone agrees, walking off the room as soon as possible and heading to said place.
Once you're inside the big bathroom, you quickly check no one's in the stalls and let out a long sigh, Hyunjin following you.
"Are you okay?" He asks as you wash your face with the cold water.
"Yeah, yeah," You mumble, feeling terrible. "It's just... ugh, this is stupid. I don't understand why I feel this way, it doesn't make any sense, I mean..."
Hyunjin only manages to look at you, feeling empathetic.
"I'm sorry, I'm acting very childish, aren't I? The jealousy I have is quite irrational."
Your friend doesn't know what to say so he simply gives you a hug. Good, his hugs make you feel better. He makes you feel understood. Hyunjin lets you know that what you feel is okay. He won't judge you, he will simply walk you through this.
"Let's go home, Jinnie. Thank you." You simply say and ignore the tears threatening to stream down your face.
The ride home is quite quiet. Minho is beside you, his head on your shoulder as he plays a game on his phone, but your attention is on the road, your eyes lost in the scenery. And you didn't mean to be so heartless, but this whole situation has really overtaken you for the worse.
As much as you try to think about this and come up with a solution, the truth is that all you want now is to get to your dorm room and rest. Maybe cry a little as an outlet to clear your head and then talk it over with Minho.
So once in the apartment, you quickly head to the bedroom, ignoring Minho's calls, shouting your name so that you at least turn to look at him, but his attempts end up failing. Everyone seems to be puzzled by the situation, but they decide not to intervene; at least not for now.
Minho is really surprised by your behavior, and once you have locked yourself in the room, he turns to Hyunjin for help, since he knows that he was the last person you talked to before all this happened.
"Go to him, he seems to be avoiding you, but he needs you." He instructs him, so Minho walks quickly and knocks on the door a couple of times before entering.
It's heartbreaking for him to hear you sobbing under the covers. He's so confused and worried, so he approaches quickly but cautiously, taking a seat right next to you.
"Hey, prince, what's wrong?" He whispers, his sweet voice reaching your ear but not stopping your crying. "My love..."
Minho reaches his hand to the edge of the blanket and slowly lifts it, revealing your sad, soaked face. He just wants to come closer to kiss you and hold you so much, he wants you to stop feeling bad.
"What's wrong, do you need anything, can I do anything for you? Tell me, please."
You look at him and try to stop crying, slowly getting closer as he rounds you with his arms and kisses the top of your head.
Your crying starts to die down, "I'm sorry." You manage to say, with your voice still low, almost in a whisper.
Minho doesn’t understand why you are suddenly apologizing, but he listens to you and lets you continue.
"I've... This is nonsense, I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel like I'm forbidding you to... I mean, I don't want to-"
"____, hey, it's okay, honey. Take a breath, take your time. It’s okay." He says, now placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and raising his hand to erase the tears on your face.
"It's just that..." A sigh leaves your mouth, in an attempt to calm down your nerves. "Lately, I have read and seen... things that are quite hard for me to process and, I know I shouldn't care about it, cause it's meaningless, but somehow, it gets in my head and now I can't simply ignore it. I hate how this makes me feel."
"What's wrong?"
"Please don't hate me for this or laugh about it…"
"Of course I won't." He assures you, smiling up a bit to make you feel comfortable.
"Okay, I'll just say it. This shipping culture the fans have… I try to understand it, it's fun sometimes, but, it's getting on my nerves that all I can see lately it's about you and Jisung… and, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm jealous about this."
You close your eyes, so you can't see Minho's reaction to your words. You said it so quickly you ran out of breath a little bit, and the fact that Minho hasn't said anything in what feels like an eternity, makes you feel nervous. Did you mess up? Is he holding up a laugh? Does he feel attacked?
"Prince, look at me." He utters, holding your face, which is probably turning red, and caressing your cheek.
You slowly do as told, cracking one eye open and quickly with the other one after seeing his face is serious. He's not laughing, but there's a small smile that denotes comprehension.
"I love you." Minho says before pulling you for a kiss. His free hand sliding on your back and holding you tightly. When you run out of breath, he slowly separates, but his forehead is resting on yours and your noses touch up on a skimo kiss. "I love you so, so much."
"I love you too…" You whisper. "I'm sorry."
"No. Don't be." He quickly says, separating a bit so he can stare into your eyes. "You don't have to be sorry, okay? I understand where you're coming from. What you feel is completely understandable. I just… I wish you had told me before you felt this bad."
A smile is finally drawn in your lips, "I honestly didn't know it affected me that much until now. I mean, I just didn't care about it at the beginning, but now it's… everywhere. In a lot of comments on every single video, every live; on signs at the concerts, on fansigns… It got into my head."
"I'm sorry, prince." He says and kisses you again. "Uhm, I'm sure we can talk it out and maybe, if it makes you feel like this, Jisung and I can stop it by not interacting too much-"
"No!" You interrupt him, making him feel surprised. "No way, no. This isn't what I want to happen. It's not your fault, not Jisung's. I don't want you to stop being friends or having your friendship affected by this. I don't think this is in our hands to solve, I'll have to find a way to ignore it and move on."
"Love, I'd do anything to make you feel better. I don't want you to ever feel sad about this situation, we can look out for a solution with Jisung. I'm sure he'll understand." He says.
"I know, but I love and respect your friendship with him too. You've been friends since forever, even before I took part in the group, and I will never forgive myself if that is ruined somehow because of this."
Minho looks at you with adoration, "Are you sure? Because we can come up with a solution."
You smile, "I'm sure. I just needed to let it all out to feel better. It's gonna be okay, eventually."
"Okay, just let me know if you ever feel like this again, please."
"Sure. Thank you, love."
"No need to, my prince." He says and kisses you again. "Now let's wash up your pretty face and watch a movie? I'll let you pick."
"Deal."
Minho doesn’t separate from you the rest of the night. He showers you with kisses and whispers sweet words to your ears until you fall asleep between each other's arms. From now on, you know everything will be okay.
Hi can you write a bts taehyung x male reader general dating head cannon and you can add nsfw if you want to
태형이
Taehyung is undeniably a character, if nothing else when you first meet him, unpredictable. But it’s certain that in all due time you can learn his habits.
Taehyung isn’t someone who likes to be judged, and often times it steers people away from him. So just the fact that you make the first move sparks his interest. His humor is specific and probably a little unsettling, but he isn’t afraid of what you might think of him, and lets himself be open.
Considering that, he’s very generous and kind, he gives you the space to be yourself as well. He likes the idea of fancy dates though, so if you’re not one for dancing shoes, you’ll have to buy them. Whether it be a fancy restaurant, or a lavish picnic, he is a spoiler, but also likes to be spoiled. He’s the kind of person who shows you what he wants by doing it for you.
Taehyung is also a great listener. If you say there’s a cinema you saw a promo for and seem interested in, he’s got the tickets when you get home. A trip you want to take? Done. An appliance you’ve been pro-ing and con-ing about? Done. He’s a bit overzealous and a whole lot more impulsive, but if it ever really is too much for you, he’s not going to force you to enjoy something you don’t like. He’ll ask you what he can do to fix it, and his face is just too hard to be mad at.
Taehyung is jealous and there’s no denying that. As much as sharing food with a friend when he’s right next to you is even pushing it a bit too far with him. One of his biggest downfalls is his pouting and pettiness. If you think there is someone better at it than he, you are solely mistaken. His jealousy is not something he’ll argue over, but you will need to tend him with some soothing and lots of attention. Share a meal just the two of you and all is forgiven.
Taehyung is sensitive just as he is strong. He gets caught up in himself and the thoughts of others if he stews by himself for too long. So if he’s busy off on tour or on schedule, always send a text and let him know you’re thinking about him or proud of him. You’ll have to remind him that you’ve got a life and a schedule he’s gotta be attentive of as well. Always being direct and honest with him is the way to his heart.
And lastly, Taehyung is a love bird settler till the end. He’s always down for what you’re down for, as long as he can take you out after. You want to go grocery shopping? Well you’ve got to sit with him in the park for compromise. You want to watch a movie? Let him cook and eat in with him. Sometimes he’s a little caught up in you as well. He’s an all or nothing thinker. Think only about you, or only of himself. So be there to be his middle ground, and he’s happy to be the same. It’s a learning process for you! Together.
the music is soft, a love song, a ballad, coming through the speakers of the small room. your arms are wrapped around the neck of your lover, while the addictive and strong smell of his cologne is making you feel sleepy. needless to say, you feel safe. his arms are firmly wrapped around your body, rocking you swiftly from side to side as you are sitting on his lap. chan is focused on his laptop, but takes a few moments to leave small kisses on your forehead and smiles once he notices you've fallen asleep in the crook of his neck; your calm breathing against his skin makes him shiver. his heart feels warm, beating fast. he has never felt this in love before.
♡
just a small drabble. sorry for being so ia, but uni is consuming me. i'll try to post at least small drabbles every once and then until i can continue with requests, I don't forget them!! tysm for reading, ilysm<33
changbin patted his face down with a towel, panting lightly as he got up from his short rest on the cold studio floor. the other members were also taking a minute to relax before continuing with the dance practice for their highly anticipated comeback.
after changbin went over to his water bottle and took a sip, the group's manager busted through the door in hectic worry. everyone looked at the man in confusion, but his own eyes traveled the room in search of only one member. when he finally found changbin, he hurried over to him.
"is everything okay?"
"what's going on?"
their manager was more focused on changbin than the others' questions, which only worried changbin further.
"you didn't hear, i'm assuming?" their manager asked. changbin looked at him with furrowed brows, his gaze moving from the man in front of him to his friends around the room.
"hear about what..?" he responded.
"ah.. um, y/n got hurt at his volleyball game.."
changbin's chest tightened. fear began coursing through his body as the others gathered closer to the two of them.
"what?? is he okay? what happened?" changbin asked frantically. the other shook his head.
"i'm not sure what exactly happened. they were broadcasting the game and i just know he got hurt and he's been taken to a hospital."
"holy shit.." changbin took a second to process the information before hurrying to get his things. "i have to go see him.. um, where-"
"i'll text you the details about where they took him, go go!" their manager assured as he whipped out his phone. changbin smiled thankfully and rushed to throw his bag over his shoulder.
"i'll come with you!" chan cut in, going to get his own things to join his friend.
"keep us updated, please!" felix shouted after the two as they departed from the studio. changbin's mind was completely out of it, but chan made sure to give the members a confident nod.
changbin, with slightly shaking hands, pulled his phone out and went to call his partner as fast as he could. with the phone then pressed to his ear, chan led him outside to a car.
"fuck, he's not answering.." he mumbled as tears pricked at his eyes.
"they're probably just taking care of him at the hospital and he can't get to his phone right now. i'm sure he's fine, changbin, really," chan comforted, now rubbing his back. changbin nodded quickly.
"yeah, that's possible.." he trailed off. chan could tell from his face that all the worst possible scenarios were filling his head.
"hey, come on. let's go find him.. everything's gonna be fine," chan assured him as they finally got settled into the car.
while chan drove, changbin constantly checked his phone for something from his boyfriend. receiving nothing, light tears began leaving his eyes while he quickly swiped them away with his jacket sleeve.
"i feel so stupid.." he muttered, looking down at his phone in his hands. chan's head snapped over to look at him, going between the male and the road.
"what, why??"
changbin sighed as he wiped another tear the second it started trailing down his cheek.
"he's gotta be okay, right? game injuries happen.. so why am i getting this worked up.."
"the only thing you should feel stupid for is thinking you're stupid," chan stated. changbin looked over at him now.
"huh?"
"he's your boyfriend. your very longtime boyfriend, at that. it's okay and normal to be worried or cry over something like this," the older explained. changbin raked a hand through his hair and nodded.
"i guess so.. thanks."
before chan could say anything else, changbin's phone finally rang with the call he'd been waiting for. he quickly tapped the green pick up button and pressed the device to his ear.
"y/n?!"
"hi, babe.."
changbin's heart sank at the tiredness in his voice. at the moment, all he was worried about was y/n, but he knew one of y/n's biggest worries right now was probably his career. a bad injury that caused lasting effects could ruin things.
"are you alright?? we're on the way now, i'll be there soon."
"i'm alright, bin. i actually didn't think you knew yet so i was calling to tell you. i thought you couldn't watch the game this time because of your schedule with stray kids?"
"ah, no, i couldn't watch. we were practicing for the comeback but our manager found out and told me."
"ohh, okay. well, i'm okay for the most part."
"for the most part?"
"well.. i dunno, i think it might be serious but the doctors are still confirming."
"ah.. i'm sorry, babe. we'll be there in like twenty-ish minutes, okay?"
"okay, i love you."
"i love you too, so much."
changbin sighed as his phone left his ear and they ended the call.
"he's okay?" chan asked.
"i think so.. he said the injury might be serious. i know he's worried about volleyball more than anything right now," he answered dejectedly.
"hopefully it's not as bad as he thinks," chan encouraged. changbin nodded at this before looking out of the window.
the rest of the ride was silent with the exception of the radio playing softly. once the two arrived, changbin was quick to hurry inside and find his boyfriend. chan followed suit, soon being directed to y/n's room.
changbin entered in a rush, seeing his partner laying exhausted in one of the hospital beds with his left leg elevated a bit. changbin felt tears threaten at his eyes again, but gave it no thought as he rushed to y/n's side.
"y/n," he called softly. a smile lifted on y/n's lips at the sight of his boyfriend. he felt changbin place kiss after kiss all over his face, laughing a bit at the received affection.
"bin, i'm alright, see?" y/n teased while changbin pulled away now, smiling at his positive attitude.
"i was really worried.."
y/n nodded at this and took changbin's hand, the latter sitting in the chair placed by his bed. y/n's sights drifted over to chan, who was simply standing behind changbin letting the two have their moment.
"you brought a stray kid! hi, channie," y/n greeted warmly. being changbin's boyfriend for almost four years now, he'd gotten very close to the other members as well.
"hi, y/n! i'm sorry about the injury.."
y/n gave him a soft smile in response before looking back at his boyfriend. changbin's eyes were gentle and sparkling with small tears, making y/n frown.
"no no, don't cry. i'm gonna be fine, baby," y/n assured, his grip on the other's hand tightening in attempts to comfort him. changbin only nodded. he knew y/n would be fine, and yet the tears seemed to keep coming.
"alright, mister l/n!" the three boys turned their attention to y/n's doctor as he came into the room.
"we have your diagnosis now.. i'm assuming because of all your experience in volleyball, you know about acl injuries?" he asked. y/n sighed and nodded.
"acl injuries?" changbin repeated.
"an anterior cruciate ligament injury, unfortunately that's what we're working with," the doctor replied regretfully. changbin's eyes moved from his boyfriend to the doctor, still a little confused. y/n chuckled at his clueless expression.
"it's okay, bin. do you mind explaining it to him?" he asked the doctor, who smiled and shook his head.
"not at all. essentially, it's a torn ligament in the knee. the acl is the tissue that connects the thighbone to the shinbone right at the knee. it's actually a pretty common injury among athletes," the doctor explained. changbin nodded.
"well, so.. does that mean it's easily treated? where do we need to go from here?" changbin questioned. the hope and determination in his tone made y/n smile.
"unfortunately, it's not something you just heal from like 'that'," he informed the other with a snap of his fingers. "y/n will need surgery and physical therapy afterwards. often times, this can take up to a year, so i'm sorry to say you won't be able to play volleyball or anything else for a good while."
y/n looked down and nodded. changbin's lips thinned into a line as his thoughts ran around his brain in chaos. he knew this was what y/n was afraid of.
"the good news is that you should recover just fine with the therapy, and eventually you'll be able to get back at it again," the doctor added.
changbin looked at y/n again, who just nodded and gave him a weak grin in response.
"i'll leave you alone to process things and be with your friends. i'll come back with a nurse to talk more later, okay?"
once the doctor left the room, y/n's tears hit. changbin's heart broke at the sight.
"y/n, i'm so sorry," he comforted as he got up to hug him. chan looked at his friend a bit awkwardly before sending him a smile and pointing to the door. changbin only nodded at this, watching chan slip out to leave the couple alone.
after some minutes of continuous tears, changbin pulled away to see y/n a little better. he moved y/n's hair away from his face and smiled.
"it's gonna be okay, babe."
y/n nodded and sniffled lightly, not letting go of his boyfriend's hand.
"i feel like i let my team down.." he mumbled.
"y/n, no. you got hurt, you didn't do anything wrong," changbin protested. when y/n didn't answer, changbin gently lifted his chin to make their eyes meet.
"you didn't do anything wrong," he repeated. y/n finally nodded before releasing another sigh.
"bin?"
"hm?"
"can you come up here?.." y/n asked as he patted the bed.
"ah.. i don't know if i should. even if there's room for me, i don't think you should be moving a lot," he replied in worry. y/n frowned and nodded, which only made changbin more sad.
"alright, alright. but be careful, please," he gave in. y/n smiled in triumph before cautiously moving over to make room for his partner.
once changbin settled in beside him, he wrapped his arms around y/n tightly. a warm feeling filled y/n's chest at the other's strong arms and the sound of his steady heartbeat, eventually drifting off to the sound like a lullaby.
This is my first time requesting so, I hope I'm doing this right. Could you write skz' reaction to receiving tummy kisses from their bf pls? I just think tummy kisses are a cute way to show affection. Feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. ☺️❤️
tummy kisses — stray kids
stray kids’ reaction to you kissing their stomach , warnings: 9th member reader au , a/n: tysm for requesting!! I love this idea so much omgg
bang chan ( 방찬 )
Chan had been stressed for a few days, he had been overworking again since the group were working on their comeback and he wanted everything to be perfect, he’d hate to think he had disappointed all the Stays that were super excited. You was actually surprised when you came in his dorm room since Chan was actually relaxing for once, you smiled softly and greeted him in your usual cherry voice which made his tense shoulders visibly relax as well.
It wasn’t until he was laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone with your head on his stomach that you had started to press soft kisses to his stomach, Chan was surprised at first and looked down at you but his expression soon changed when a dark blush stained his cheeks. He felt all his stress leave his body, a small smile fell onto his lips as he watched you, a giggle leaving his lips as he stoked your hair.
“Thank you baby..” Chan said softly as you looked up at him, your chin resting near his belly button, “I really needed that”
“I know love, just relax for tonight, no need to stress” you said before placing one last kiss to his stomach, you loved helping Chan de-stress, wether it be through cuddles, kisses or even simple baths, you always loved to help him.
hwang hyunjin ( 황현진 )
Hyunjin had always loved receiving affection from you, even all the little things you did, like touching his hair or even when your fingers would play with his adam’s apple when you guys were cuddling. But when you kissed him- when you kissed him he felt as if he had entered heaven itself, it didn’t matter where you did it as long as your lips touched his skin he was instantly in a better mood.
So, when he was having a bit of a bad day you knew straight away, Hyunjin was never good at covering up emotions so he got a little grumpier around you; irritated even. He would pull away whenever you played with his hair and would side eye you occasionally, you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings or anything, he was just upset. That’s why when he was laying on the couch you took the opportunity to lift his shirt up a little and placed a soft kiss to his stomach with a smile. Hyunjin felt his tummy swarm with butterflies after feeling how soft your lips were on his skin and immediately felt all his worried and irritation slowly leave his body with every kiss you planted on his stomach.
“You feel better honey?” You asked as you looked at Hyunjin, gently stroking his cheek, he indulged in the touch and nodded, not really feeling like speaking at the moment. He liked the way you took care of him, you made him feel safe, the kisses on his stomach made him feel safe. He’d definitely ask you to do it again whenever he was upset, you were just so good at making him feel ok.
lee minho ( 이민호 )
Minho never seemed the type who would be affectionate but trust me he is, he loves showering you with kisses and holding you in his arms as if you were about to break. The only thing that got to you a little was that Minho was never used to receiving that affection back, he always liked giving you loving touches rather than you doing all the work, which you had reassured him multiple times that it didn’t matter and that you’d love to show him love as well.
That’s why when Minho was busy on his phone you layed beside him and placed soft kisses on his stomach. He was very surprised at first and laughed, trying to tell you that you didn’t have to do that but you only shushed him and smiled whilst lifting your head.
“But I want to, you’re always showing me affection so I’m doing the same” you said simply, you smile widening when you saw how flushed Minho’s face was, he couldn’t deny that he did like the way you kissed his stomach, it felt as if his tummy was swirling, like when the rollercoaster goes down really fast.
“Ok..thank you..” Minho said shyly as he let you do your thing whilst he looked back at his phone, trying to ignore the heat that made his cheeks flush a bright red.
seo changbin ( 서창빈 )
Changbin loved it when you kissed his stomach, he loved the affection you gave him as well. Since he was a little insecure of his shape and worked out a lot to push those feelings away whenever you kissed his body it made him feel better, like he was worrying over nothing. So to not surprise when you kissed his stomach randomly whilst everyone was watching a movie he felt a warm feeling creep up his spine, your head rested on his lower abdomen whilst your arms were wrapped around his waist. Changbin played with your hair a little, not really focusing on the movie, he was more set on the way your comforting kisses made him feel safe, like he was at home.
Soon enough when everyone vacated back to their rooms once the movie ended Changbin couldn’t hold himself back from hugging you, his larger body encasing yours as he held you tightly. You laughed a little and patted Changbin’s back, kissing the side of his head before pulling back slightly to look at him.
“You feeling ok binnie?” You asked as you played with his bangs, smoothing some of the parts that were sticking up slightly, you always thought he looked cute when his hair was a mess though; especially when he had just woken up.
“Yeah ‘m fine, can I get more stomach kisses though?” Changbin said with an expression that could only be pinpointed as him trying to look cute, his pouty face only made you cave and you nodded with a smile, you could never deny Changbin of anything even if you tried.
yang jeongin ( 양정인 )
Jeongin loved affection just as much as anyone else, maybe even more. His hands were always on you, wether they were holding yours or resting upon your waist, he always liked to touch you, it calmed him whenever things got a bit to much during training or just everyday life. Jeongin was also the type to love being taken care of, he loved it when you washed his hair whilst he had a bath and enjoyed it when you scrubbed his back, it made him happy whenever you done simple things for him when he could most certainly do it himself.
And after a long day of practice he layed on his bed, sighing softly at the way his limbs sunk into the mattress, it was like he was sleeping on a marshmallow. But what made everything even better was the way you pressed kisses to his stomach, at first Jeongin flinched at the sudden touch since he wasn’t expecting it but when you placed a few more down he relaxed again, smiling as he sighed softly at the feeling.
“That tickles a little y/n” Jeongin said with a cute giggle and a wide grin, you looked up at him and smiled, he was always so adorable, sometimes you wondered if he was like that naturally or not. But nonetheless it was still nice to see him so happy, it really made your heart melt.
han jisung ( 한지성 )
Han wasn’t having a very good day to begin with, his stomach was hurting terribly and for an unknown reason to. You had suggested it was the kimchi Han had eaten the other day since it was a few days out of date and he ate it without realising it, Han however wasn’t having it and just brushed the topic off. He stayed in bed for most of the day, he’d either sleep or scroll through his phone, that’s all he really could do until he waited for you to come back from practice, he missed you dearly.
When you did finally get back Han was asleep, his features softened even more whilst he was in his peaceful slumber, you smiled, he was truly beautiful. You carefully walked to the bed and sat down on the edge, trying your best not to wake him up but he probably wouldn’t mind if you had. You gently rubbed his stomach, feeling it rumble underneath your palm, reminding you that Chan hadn’t probably eaten yet due to the pain, you sighed softly and pressed a few light kisses to Han’s stomach, right of where he said it had hurt. Han soon woke up and groaned as he tried to get the sleep he still felt to wear off.
At first Han was confused, that was until he saw you leaning over him just so you could kiss his stomach. He watched you for a moment, the both of you knew it wouldn’t ease the pain but you still did so anyways, you looked up at Han, a smile forming your face whilst you did so. Han poked your nose and smiled, liking the way you lifted up his shirt slowly just to place a kiss to his bare skin, his stomach felt hot, his skin feeling hot.
lee yongbok/felix ( 이용복 )
Just the same as Chan, Felix was stressed, his body was tired and his eyes felt worse; heavy in their sockets like they wanted to crush his skull. You could tell he hadn’t slept in a while since the bags under his eyes were a major give away. It got like this sometimes for Felix, not as often as Chan though, but with all the practice the group had been doing Felix couldn’t help but stress over it, he pushed himself way too far and you couldn’t just sit by and watch, you loved him, and it was your job to take care of him too.
“Baby..you feeling ok?” You asked softly, already knowing the answer, it was a silly question and the look Felix gave you was understandable, it was an exasperated ‘seriously?’ Look, it made you laugh a little. “Sorry silly question my love” you clarified as you pressed a small kiss to Felix’s stomach. Felix sighed softly at the action, he still felt on edge but you definitely made everything feel a lot better, he played with the hair on the nape of your neck and hummed softly.
“Please..do that again” Felix asked sweetly which caused a smile to spread across your face as you placed soft kisses all over his stomach.
kim seungmin ( 김승민 )
Seungmin was a sucker for affection too but he always tried to hide it, he played it cool whenever you kissed him but ok the inside he was literally freaking out. Seungmin loved it when you’d hug him or kiss his cheek, but he loved it even more when you complimented his smile too, he was always insecure of the way he looked and hearing you call him ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’ really made him feel better.
And today was one of those days he needed your comfort, Seungmin was hiding his smile once again, something you had told him to stop doing many times since his smile was beautiful, but it was a habit Seungmin couldn’t easily break out of. You were resting your head on Seungmin’s lap, looking up at him as he laughed at one of your jokes and subconsciously covered his mouth, you sighed and placed a gentle kiss to his stomach.
“Don’t cover your smile baby, it’s pretty” you said, the kiss Seungmin received made his cheeks flush a bright red, he wasn’t expecting that and he also wasn’t expecting it to bring him a sense of comfort. Seungmin slowly moved his hand and looked away from you, “I-well ok..it’s a force of habit” he said, cursing himself in his mind for stuttering in front of you, but all that did was make you giggle and place a few more kisses on his stomach. You really did make Seungmin feel at home.
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> tags — pre-debut bang chan, strangers to friends to lovers, just the reader being supportive af.
> word count — 5,11k
> summary — when you spot a lonely and seemingly stressed customer on the cafeteria you work in, you don't hesitate to keep him company. soon you find out what has been troubling him and decide to help him out, knowing it will be so easy to fall in love with him in the way.
Chan swears he could burst into tears once he takes a seat in the busy cafeteria he has arrived at, dragging the soles of his shoes and with his head down. Fortunately he has found an empty table, so he sets up his laptop after cleaning up a bit and plugs in his headphones, hoping to find at least some peace.
Even though this visit to the coffee shop was still to work, Chan feels his muscles a little less tense as the smell of coffee and tea brewing, also the bread and cookies coming out of the oven hits his nostrils.
His stomach growls, and after trying to ignore it for a few minutes, he finally decides to order something to keep him satisfied until it's time for dinner.
For the next few hours his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys and cursor. He feels so pressured and guilty, and the unchanged expression on his face really hints at it.
There are so many questions running through his head, but no matter how hard he tries to find the answers, he always ends up in the same place. He knows that, as the leader of the group, he should be stronger and more supportive of his members; but now, in that small and now almost empty cafeteria, he feels like he can just let his worries be noticed without making the others be more preoccupied.
The sound of a teacup landing on his desk and being moved in his direction makes him look up, removing the only earpiece he had on and being met with a friendly smile.
"You look like you like tea better than coffee," You mutter, a little sheepishly. "It's on me. You look like you need it."
Chan doesn't know what to say for a moment, but before you can walk back to the register is when you can finally hear his voice.
"Thank you." He says with a sincere smile peeking on his face that denotes tiredness. "Uhm... _____?" Chan catches a glimpse of the nametag on your uniform. "I really needed it, you're very kind."
"Of course, enjoy it." You smile at him and turn on your heels, until his voice stops you again.
"Wait," Chan scratches the back of his neck and quickly takes a glance at the now empty cafeteria. "Would you like to take a seat? Unless you're busy."
"Don't worry, it's nearly closing time so it's unusual more customers come at late hours." You assure him with a shy smile, taking seat in front of him. That's when he realises it's late and he lost track of time again.
"Oh, I didn’t even notice it was that late," He murmurs. "I'm sure you have to do lots of things before closing and if I'm being a bother I'll-"
"Don't worry," You repeat, this time giggling. "You're fine. We still got time left."
Chan can't help but smile and sigh before taking the cup you just brought and take a sip. His eyes closes for a moment as he feels the warmth and sweet flavor on his tongue, then he speaks up again, surprised: "Oh, wow, you did this yourself?"
The tone of his voice makes you giggle a bit, and you teasingly answer, "Why? Don't I look like the type of person that could make such awesome and sweet brews like this?"
"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to question your brewing abilities" He giggles as well. "It tastes amazing, I swear, it's almost as if you could read my mind and give me exactly what I needed."
"Yeah, actually when I got hired they told me I had to have this ability to read people's mind and give them their favorite beverages." You joke around, making him laugh even louder. "I think I'm doing a great job so far."
"Well, I pretty much appreciate it. No wonder why my friends recommended me this place so much, I think I'll become a frequent customer."
"It'll be nice to have you around here." You smile as you hear how your coworker thanks you for staying later for him and taking his coat before walking off the building. "Looks like it's only you and me."
Chan takes a glimpse of the time on his computer screen and yawns, "I spent a lot of time here and I haven't gotten a proper meal."
"Really? You should have dinner now before it gets too late. I think there are still ingredients to make something you'd like, do you-"
"Oh no, please," He immediately says before you can fully stand up. "Sorry. It's fine, you don't have to- I mean, you've been nice by given me this tea. I don't wanna look like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."
"Are you sure? I don't have any problem." You insist.
"Of course, plus, it's getting late, aren't you supposed to be closing in like twenty minutes?"
You nod, "Yeah, I just have to clean up some stuff and that's it. We don't really have clients coming last minute."
"Alright, how about I wait up and invite you something to eat on our way home? I'll pay you back."
You sweetly smile and stand up, "Alright. But I have to know your name first."
"Right, sorry, I am Bang Chan."
You extend your hand and he nervously shakes it, "Nice to meet you, Bang Chan. I'll tide up and be ready in a moment."
He watches you dissappear in the kitchen and starts to get nervous. This isn't how he expected his night to go. He had lots of things to do, to work on, to fix.
He entered the coffee shop feeling so down but determined to work hard and focus. At the verge of tears and slightly shaking still but wanting to fix everything, even when he deep down knew it wasn't at all up to him. He felt so guilty for allowing it to happen in first place and now he felt guilty for going out with someone he just met instead of working harder.
His head was surely a mess lately and even the thought of going out just for a night felt like something he didn't deserve to have. It has been so difficult and tough for him, he just felt the need to keep working so he could see the results he wanted the sooner as possible.
Without even noticing it, he starts biting his nails; his knee going up and down as he's sat in front of his laptop and saving his progress up to three times, just to make sure. He sighs with tiredness and an aching stomach, starting to feel his hands shake a little.
Breathing exercises, of course, he remembers it well. Minho has been there for him in tough times like this, being his companion at ungodly late night hours and being a shoulder Chan could lay on when it gets hard, but now he doesn't have it. He feels lost. Empty. How can he breathe well and feel on track when his friend isn't there to help him?
Millions of thoughts begin to cloud his mind. He is so tired and saddened by this situation but he doesn't have the time to grieve. The need to get back to the building and finish composing, as well as rehearsing and helping Felix study, gnaws at his insides.
"Hey," you say softly, snapping him out of the little trance he was in. "Everything okay?"
Chan looks beside himself for a moment before quickly gathering his belongings and standing up. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. You ready?"
"Are you sure? You look kind of... tired." You murmur, grabbing your backpack and keys. He shyly follows you and exits the place before you and you quickly close the door.
"Well, I am. I haven't been able to properly sleep, honestly," He chuckles, but still sounds saddened. "It's been tough days."
You both start walking down the streets; the neighborhood's nightlife highlighted by hearing people dining at nearby establishments and entering bars. Something quite common on a Friday night. Chan found it quite ironic how people were living their lives with ease and fun when he, in his full youth, was feeling so exhausted and stressed, wondering when things would get better for him.
"Well, I know we just met, but whatever you wanna talk about, I am here to listen." You smile and look at him as he sighs.
Chan doubts a little bit; was it really a good idea to vent out to a stranger? You looked really trustworthy, but would you even be willing to listening him ranting or were you just being nice? He doesn't say a word for the next minute, and you stop when you find small food truck.
"Want a corn dog?" You say, trying to lift the spirits a little bit. He nods and rushes to pay for them before you could even approach your hand to your pocket. "That's not fair."
"It is. You've done a lot for me and we just met. You're a nice guy," He chuckles and after you finish your order and get the food, you two walk a little bit to sit on a bench. "So... I know this might sound weird, but you seem a very trustworthy person and... I don't know, I guess I just need to vent out."
"I'm all ears, go ahead."
He sighs for the nth time that day and his leg goes up and down unconsciously. Chan looks somewhat nervous but once he starts talking, it goes on for minutes. He starts talking about that he is a trainee under a music company, and he, along his friends, is participating in a survival show in order for them to debut, and what has been making it so hard for him is that the person in charge and who has been giving them feedback, also decided to kick out two members of the group. Chan says he felt responsible for this because he is the leader, but has been struggling with this whole situation because he, at the same time he's sorting this out, has to calm everyone else down and give them the support and help they need too in these desperate times. He has been so hard on himself and has been overworking too to help his friends and avoid at all costs for them to ever feel that way again. Chan doesn't want them to be separated from the group, because he personally chose them and saw the potential in them to become part of this project. At this point, it's like they're a family, and wants to stick with them forever.
It almost feels as if he is truly pouring out his heart because he’s talking out with so much detail and constantly telling how he feels about every single thing coming out of his mouth. His gaze is fixed on the ground and he hasn’t even started to eat. You can only suppose he has been in a lot of pain and restlessness lately.
As he speaks, you can't help but notice the despair he feels. His eyes are glazed and he's fidgeting his fingers a lot but now you can't seem to do anything to help him; just listen. It's a lot to process, but you're doing your best.
You are not even sure if he has asked for your advice, so you try to process all the information you have received. Anyway, what could you possibly say to that?
After he stops speaking, he just keeps his gaze on the pavement, his food is getting colder and he feels this need to cry. You don't say anything for a moment until he raises his head.
"I'm sorry you're going through all of this... It really must be hard." You murmur, suddenly feeling your hands sweaty, your mind racing as it looks for comforting words to say. "Look, you probably already know not to worry too much and not to overwork yourself, you probably have been told this a lot... but you should know too that you're doing your best."
Chan can't help but chuckle at that, sniffing afterwards and clearing the traces of tears on his cheeks.
"Seriously, being in charge of a group it's a big responsibility, and I admire you for that. You're doing everything you can and it's okay, don't be too hard on yourself. Things will be just as you want them to be, and even better. Have patience and keep doing what you're doing. It's going to be okay soon."
Surprisingly, your words make him feel a little bit tense. Chan sincerely smiles and looks at you, nodding and feeling a comfort for the first time in a while, "Thank you, _____, I really appreciate it."
All he ever wanted was just vent out and feel heard. It's not like he didn't feel that way with his friends, but he truly needed to hear it from someone who wasn't involved in this situation. Hearing comforting words from someone else have given him the reassurance he needed.
"Of course, I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid I don't know a lot about these music companies... Is there any other way I could help you out? Because I'd be happy to do it in any way."
Chan thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, there might be a way... but for now let's enjoy this food, alright? I know this has been a lot."
So the next hour goes more smoothly, making Chan laugh with dad jokes and ridiculous puns, but at least he is distracted enough and, for the first time in a while, he feels like his preoccupations doesn't exist. He's just living the moment and having a good time.
When it gets too late, though, he walks with you to a place near where you live and says goodbye, thanking you for hearing him and making him feel better this night, and promising he'd visit the cafeteria soon. You give him your number, with the excuse of asking him to tell you the way you could help him on that survival show or just talk to him whenever he needed to, thing he appreciated.
Chan waves his hand goodbye with a big smile on his face and his heart beating fast.
You don't hear anything from Chan for a couple of days, until you get a text message in the middle of the night. You quickly open it, your heart racing as you read the beginning of the message; Chan apologizing for texting you so late and telling you that a new episode of his survival show is coming out in the evening, and that he has seen on social media that some fans will be sending messages of support and sharing petitions to get Minho and Felix back into the group, so he extends the invitation to you to help, which you agree to.
You reply immediately with a "Count on it!" and a separate message inviting him and his friends to stop by the coffee shop on any free day they have, promising to treat them to whatever they want for their hard work.
Truth is you have been catching up on the program and listening to the songs they have posted online, and you were so impressed that it left you wondering how come you didn't hear about them before. They all were really good, talented and you just knew they were all destined to be together.
So in your spare time, in the next weeks, you don't miss the opportunity to watch the show and support through messages on social media, immediately getting friends joining together for the same cause.
You keep exchanging texts with him from time to time, some days you talk for hours, some others you only get to send just a few messages due to the busy schedules, but you have been consistent and have managed to keep a good communication, and you'd say you're good friends now.
He visits you on the cafeteria on his free time, and every time you see him cross that door with a shy smile on his face, you immediately feel nervous. You know why, you know yourself, you know your feelings, but decide to put them aside for now. It's better this way, right? With all of the pressure Chan has been feeling lately, the only thing you can do best now is offer him your friendship and support.
The smile that appears on your face every time Chan visits the cafeteria is raising suspicions among your friends. As soon as he steps inside the place, you feel a tickling in your stomach, your hands feel shaky, but you manage to walk to his table and greet him.
"Hey, how have you been?" You sweetly ask, leaving a blueberry muffin in front of him.
Chan smiles and thanks you, "I actually came with great news! Are you free now?"
You think taking five minutes won't hurt anyone, and you have been waiting for news so you decide to take a seat next to him and listen to what he has to say. "Go on, what is it?"
He can't hide his big smile, the beautiful dimples his cheeks have and that glow on his face, it's a big difference from the last time you saw him, and that makes you feel happy as well. He starts explaining that J.Y. Park let them prepare a performance with Felix and Minho for the finale, since they heard the audience's opinion and will deliberate if the group is going to debut with or without them, and the audience will be a big help for that.
"Wait, that's is awesome!" You say, not trying to hide your happiness. "It's so obvious everyone will want them back in the group, they're coming back for sure!"
"I know, I know, although I try not to get my hopes high because he can change his mind last minute or change everything up, you know? I just don't wanna get disappointed..."
"Chan, I know you will debut together, trust me, and trust your friends, alright? Have faith in the future. That man will make the right choice."
Chan nods, becoming more and more convinced, more confident and happy. Maybe you were right, even if his mind reminded him that he shouldn't get his hopes too high, the truth is that he wanted so much to believe that the best would come.
"Come on, let me buy you something to drink, okay? Relax a little, think positive! I'll be right back."
With everything that has been going on, Chan has been involved in so much work, so many rehearsals, so many talks and so much stress, that he hasn't stopped to think about how he feels. Of course, he has been talking to you for a couple of weeks and has found your advice very helpful, just being there for him when he needs it is just amazing and so meaningful to him. The one thing he has been trying to avoid is thinking why every time you two talk, he can't help but feel his heart racing, he can't help but smile every time he gets a text from you during the day to remind him to eat and take a break from time to time, and to let him know about your day to day to distract him during difficult times. Chan has noticed that talking to you brings him an incredible calm that he really needs and has had so many questions on his mind that he still can't find an answer to.
Maybe it's better this way for now, he thinks, he'll just let things flow.
Finally, the day has come. To say Chan was feeling nervous was an understatement, he was getting his make up done while reviewing the notes he made on his phone for the finale. Jeongin and Seungmin are rehearsing, Changbin and Jisung are talking and probably giving tips to Hyunjin, he has been struggling a lot because of the nervousness but they are reassuring him he will do perfect tonight.
Felix and Minho are the ones who look the most nervous, practicing the choreography in front of the big mirror and then singing together. Chan gets closer to them once his make up and hair is done, patting their shoulders and giving them advice, but most importantly, he reminds them what they're capable of and how far they've gotten.
"You got this, you know? Once we perform together, it's gonna be like that for a long, long time, alright? 8 is fate!" He says, and walks away with the rest of them as they were finally given the cue to leave backstage. Everyone says comforting words to everyone before start.
You, on the other hand, didn't get the chance to be in the venue, but didn't think twice to watch it on your phone.
"Has it started yet?" Your friend says as she puts on her apron and gets closer to you in an attempt to look at the screen.
"In a few minutes." You smile and take a seat on an empty chair. "Thanks for covering for me."
"It's okay, whatever helps you to go out with that guy." She jokingly murmurs.
"What are you talking about?" You say, surprised.
"Oh, please, ______, don't play the fool, I've seen you drool over him every time he stops by. Why else would you hype him up so much and help him out with his show?"
"Cause he's a good friend!"
"Yeah, right, maybe a friend you wanna-"
"Hey!"
"...You wanna go out on a date with. God, see? You're just proving my point." She giggles and walks to the door. "I'll tell you if we need help, and keep me updated, alright? Good luck."
The show starts and your heart starts racing. You notice immediately there are a lot of fans in the venue, holding banners, screaming to the top of their lungs and supporting all of the members of the group. The MC starts the show by making a introduction about how far they've come and how J.Y.Park is going to evaluate and deliberate whether they stay with or without Minho and Felix.
As soon as a number pops up on the screen you immediately write it down, since is the way they're going to receive the fans' votes. Luckily, your friend lend you her phone to send messages too, so you don't hesitate to start, and also posting on your media to help out as well.
A few weeks ago you wouldn't even thought you were going to be doing this, but it's been a long time since you were so dedicated to any band or artist, so getting the passionate experience of being a dedicated fan again is really nice.
As soon as the stages start you feel so happy and so highly strung, but you had nothing to worry about since they were doing amazing. The feedback they were getting was great although there were some things missing due to the nervousness they must be feeling as well. Over all, they were giving amazing performances and you felt really happy for them.
When Minho and Felix finally make their appearance it's when the fans gather and start sending their votes. The group makes an amazing performance of Hellevator that shows off their hard work, and the fans doesn't get behind when the MC announces a mid-results revelation of the votes, showing that 96% of the people who casted their vote, want Stay Kids with no members left behind.
Everyone is shocked, yes, but not because they didn't know the fans obviously wanted those results; but they thought the gap would be wider. That only increased their hopes and made Jinyoung know what his priority should be when making a final decision.
After a few performances more, with some clips of the guys preparing for this very moment, the time has finally come to know what does the future hold for them. It's a big moment. The members who were eliminated on previous challenges are on the center of the stage. It's a tense moment, especially since the MC is repeating himself and keeping the suspense.
Once Jinyoung starts talking everyone listens carefully, but at some point Chan stops listening. He feels so disconnected for a moment there, he feels incredibly nervous, shaking, just hoping for the best. You are at the edge of your seat, hands shaking as well; your friend has come to check on you a few times and every time she entered the room she just saw you more and more anxious. But the results are finally here; you both just feel an amazing feeling once you hear the long-awaited: "Congratulations, Stray Kids will be 8 members."
You jump off your seat and your friend enters the room almost running, and giving you a hug after seeing the expression of victory and happiness on your face.
"Hey, I'm so glad everything worked out for them! Don't you think we should prepare something special for them? Ask them to come any day and we'll see."
You don't think it twice, and immediately send Chan a text message, firstly congratulating him for this great outcome, and inviting all of them to celebrate in the cafeteria. To your surprise, he replies a few minutes after the broadcast ends.
Thank you so so much for your support, _____
I don't think I could've gone through all of this without your help!
And thank you for this invitation, is tomorrow a good day? We'd be happy to come by, x
So with the butterflies in your stomach and tinted cheeks, you confirm him, willing to do your best for their visit.
When they enter the coffee shop, they notice the decorations and smile, tons of ballons in red, black and white, a banner that reads 8 is fate, and a special brew on the menu named after them.
Chan greets you with a hug and whispers a sincerely thank you, "You did this all yourself?"
"Yeah, well, I got a little help from my friends of course. They also became fans of you, so we all prepared this for you, guys. Do you like it?"
"It's amazing, I swear, thank you!" He says, still looking around in awe. "Let me introduce you to the guys, alright?"
So you approach the table where they have taken seat, some of them taking pictures and thanking the workers for this. Chan clears his throat for everyone to listen to him.
"Guys, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He shyly says, turning to face you. "This is ____, I met him here a few weeks ago and has helped me a lot, but you know this already. Also, a big fan of ours ever since."
You smile and wave at them, to which Felix sweetly smiles at you: "We've heard a lot about you, _____! It's great to finally meet you. Channie hyung has talked about you for a long, long time, I thought you were his boyfriend."
Everyone laughs and agrees with him, making Chan turn red.
"Oh, really? Well, it's a shame he hasn't asked me out yet, I've been waiting a long while." You respond, making them boo at Chan for not doing it earlier.
Without saying more, you go back to the kitchen to start preparing the beverages and pastries along with your friends, and after giving them to the guys with more congratulations and thanks, Chan grabs you by the hand and looks at you, serious. "Can we talk for a minute?"
You nod, suddenly feeling dizzy. You guide him to the staff area and pretend not to be nervous, even though your legs feel shaky.
"What's up, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, this is awesome, again, thank you so much for this, but uhm... I wanted to ask you about... you know, earlier." He scratches the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I'll just ask; did you mean what you said? About me asking you out?"
You swear you feel your heart stop for a moment, but gather up the courage to answer: "Yes, I meant that." You chuckle at Chan's reaction, who seems to be in shock. "Honestly, you can't blame me. You're just an amazing person, and meeting you has been the highlight of my life, no joke. However, if you only intend to be friends with me, that's alright. I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable around me or make you feel pressured, I just wanted to let you know that I like you."
Chan smiles and doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug. He feels his heart beating fast, but at the same time he feels this ease. He's so glad to hear that from you.
"Thank god I wasn't the only one feeling this way." He murmurs and separates from you. "I couldn't wrap my head around it, especially since I was going through that difficult moment, but last night I just confirmed my suspicions. When I got that text from you, there was nothing else I could think of but coming here to you, to tell you I like you. I like you too, and I am so glad to hear you do too."
The biggest smile appears on your face, and you swear you could melt from the warmth and comfort you were feeling right now. You hugged Chan again, feeling incredibly lucky.
After a moment of just hugging and feeling this calm, you look at him in the eyes, "So... Is it okay if I ask you out?"
He giggles and hides his face with his hands, "I can't believe this is happening. Yes, of course yes. I'd love to go out with you."
You can't help but giving him another big hug, hiding your face on the crook of his neck and smelling his sweet smell along with the coffee.
Chan smoothly moves his hands on your back and pulls you a bit closer, "Thank you for staying by my side this whole time. And for making me feel like I was not alone."
"Happy to, I'm glad things turned out this way." You murmur and separate a bit, his face right in front of you, his breath against your lips and his eyes fixed on yours, "So, would you like more coffee?"
Chan giggles, seeing you got nervous, but then he gives you a small kiss on your cheek. "Of course. Let's go."
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