pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
wc: 19 ss
tags/warnings: enemies-to-lovers, cursing, angst/fluff, inaccurate depictions of the inner workings of kpop companies
part one // part two // part three // part four
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Summary: You get a job offer.
a/n: This last part has undergone the most extensive changes since the original draft, and I could probably adjust it forever, but perfect is the enemy of good, so here it is. Enjoy!
The End
a/n: The response to this series was well beyond anything I expected, and if you read and loved and left comments or rbs or likes, I just want you to know I really appreciate you and I hope you've liked the ending.
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pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
wc: 30 ss
tags/warnings: enemies-to-lovers, cursing, angst/fluff, inaccurate depictions of the inner workings of kpop companies, brief implied sexual harassment
part one // part two // part three // part four
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Summary: Chan grants you access. You brace for further manipulations. Someone causes trouble in the studio. Hyunjin and Felix oversee game night. Chan gets a voicemail.
a/n: This is getting posted early because I wouldn't have time on Monday to do it properly until the afternoon and I'd rather do it earlier than later. Also, my grand achievement for the week is finagling this to get it down to 30 screenshots so I didn't have to make it two separate posts. Part 4, the final part, coming Thursday!
part four
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pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
wc: 25 ss
tags/warnings: enemies-to-lovers, cursing, angst/fluff, inaccurate depictions of the inner workings of kpop companies, chan is mean and unreasonable (for plot purposes!), alcohol consumption, drunkenness
part one // part two // part three // part four
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Summary: Hyunjin and Felix keep an eye on things. Chan gets sick. You find out how far Chan is willing to go. Felix takes you out for a night on the town with the boys.
part three
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pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
wc: 22 ss
tags/warnings: enemies-to-lovers, cursing, angst/fluff, inaccurate depictions of the inner workings of kpop companies, chan is mean and unreasonable (for plot purposes!)
part one // part two // part three // part four
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Summary: The company hires Chan a personal assistant against his will, so he makes it his mission to make her leave.
a/n: New series! This one caused me a lot of grief trying to wrangle it into a form I was pleased with, but I think I finally got it there. Enjoy!
part two
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Summary: You're struggling with your anxiety when your boyfriend comforts you.
Genre: Comfort/hurt
Word Count: 5.3K
Anxiety resources
Trigger warning: General anxiety, testing anxiety, anxiety surrounding hospitals and doctors/nurses, brief mention of insecurities, social anxiety, and over-stimulation.
A/N: To whoever requested this, you requested 3racha members specifically, but I didn't want to leave the other members out, so they're all here. Each scenario is different and most are based on different scenarios that can cause anxiety/anxiety attacks. Some of these are a little more serious than others, but I think you get the gist.
_ _ _
Chan:
You couldn’t remember the last time that you weren’t in a constant state of anxiety. Anxiety always draped over your shoulders like a shawl you couldn't rip off. A suffocating scarf that grew tighter and tighter around your throat.
Your heart bucked against your chest, a weak attempt at trying to dislodge from the anxiety in your body. It never worked. It tried and tried and tried, but your sternum was far too strong.
Despite being there, you learned to live with it. You learned to try to ignore the heavy thumps and distract yourself with simplicities; anything to get away from the feeling of your soul being caged. Usually, you could distract yourself, but tonight was different.
It uprooted from nowhere. A current of anxiety pulled you into the depths of your head and suddenly, still half-asleep in the middle of the night, the what-ifs were coming back. What if you weren’t good enough? What if you weren’t a great person? What if Chan’s love for you was all a lie?
Beside you, Chan’s eyelashes cast shadows on his sleeping face. Soft lips pressed together and, for once in his life, that furrow of concentration didn’t hang in his brow. That grit of determination was gone. For tonight, he wasn't just a leader. He wasn’t a member; he wasn’t anything other than Chan, your boyfriend.
You tried to be quiet as you shifted the blankets and attempted to leave the bed. The squeak of the bed frame and the dip of the bed stirred his sleep. Your name left his lips and a hand stretched out to touch you, but you were already standing up.
“Baby?” His half-lidded eyes open. Darkness swarmed his vision and you froze. He blinked and blinked and blinked, trying to cast shapes to the shadows. “Baby?”
“I’m right here,” you finally whispered. “Go back to sleep. It’s too early to get up.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get a glass of water.” Your voice came out groggy and unconvincing.
He reached up, rubbed his eyes, and his mouth stretched into a yawn. “What are you really doing?”
“I’m anxious and I can’t sleep. It’s never ending and I’ve been trying to sleep, but over the past few hours, I kept waking up. I’m not sure what it is, but it won’t go away. Go back to sleep, I’m going to-”
His arms stretched out in your direction. A silent and simple command, come here. You hesitated and didn’t budge from your spot. “You should go back to sleep. Seriously, Chan, you have to be up early tomorrow.”
“You either get in my arms or I follow you to the couch.”
He was so stubborn. You didn’t know if it made you hate him or love him. So stubborn, so determined, such a pain in your ass. A constant nag and a forever reminder that you weren’t alone.
You sighed, stepped back, and crawled back into the bed. He wrapped his muscular arms around you and pulled you closer. The scent of his body wash was faint, but the woodsy masculine scent still lingered.
“Close your eyes.”
You let your eyes fall and sighed again. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head before softly beginning to sing. The worry in your heart melted away instantly. You began to relax and let his sleepy voice lull you back to sleep.
Dating a singer had more perks than you’d like to admit.
_ _ _
Minho:
“What is wrong with you?” Minho asked.
The two of you were sitting in his living room and watching a movie. Halfway through, you shifted in your chair and became fidgety. You shrugged and waved him off, not wanting to distract him.
His eyes narrowed at you, but he didn’t prod. Knowing you, you probably just needed to adjust your spot or something. You were never great at sitting still for long periods of time. After a few more minutes, you shifted again. Your nails curled into your palms and the sharp edges bit into your skin.
You shifted to comfort yourself a few seconds later. When your knee started bouncing, Minho grabbed the television remote and paused the screen. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t do that. Your thing-” He gestured towards you. “You’re anxious or something. Your knee is bouncing and you can’t sit still. Why are you anxious?”
“Because I’ve never seen this movie and what if my favorite character dies?” You slumped back in the seat with a frown. “Don’t you have a heart? How are you not anxious about this?”
“So anxious, to where you can’t stop moving?”
Your hand went up in defeat. “I can’t help it! I’m always like this when I don’t know the ending of a movie. I’m trying not to look up how it ends, but I want to. I can't stand the suspense!”
“Hold on.”
You watched as Minho slid across the hardwood floor and disappeared into the kitchen. Upon his return, he presented you with Dori's familiar black and brown coating. His feet dangled helplessly as Minho approached.
“Have a cat.”
“What is-”
“Hold on.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, but you grabbed Dori anyway. You shifted, trying to keep him comfortable. Small paws pressed into your lower stomach. He tried to pull away from you to lie on your thighs.
Your head poked up at the sound of incoming footsteps. When you looked up, an unhappy Soonie glared at you. You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. “What is this?”
“Have a cat.”
“Minho, this is-”
“Wait.”
You tried not to laugh as he disappeared again. Dori shifted and Soonie’s head went back with a loud meow of distress. You reached up and gently patted his head, trying to calm him down.
Footsteps patted your way for a final time and when you looked up, the sleepy eyes of Doongie were staring back, full of obvious annoyance. Minho pressed him further, nearly pushing into your nose. “Here, have a cat.”
You let him place Doongie on your chest. He reached out and used a finger to tap the top of each of their heads. “One cat, two cats, three cats, and-”
You glanced up and, to your surprise, he tapped the tip of your nose. “Four cats.”
“I’m not a cat!”
“Four cats.”
You grumbled and complained, your anxiety long forgotten about. Doongie shifted, nearly falling off your chest. You quickly grabbed him and leaned back so he wouldn’t roll. “There are too many cats in my lap.”
“Nuh-uh.”
You opened your mouth to bicker, but your words halted. Minho shifted Dori and Soonie, so he could squirm into your lap with them. Your eyes widened as he sat across your lap. “What are you-”
“Five cats.”
“Lee Minho!”
“Sorry, I only speak cat.” He picked up Dori’s paw and waved it in your direction. Garbled meows in various pitches fell from his lips. All you could do was stare at him blankly as he took Dori’s paw and gently booped your nose with it.
Clearly, growing up as an only child with three cats has drastic effects on the human psyche.
_ _ _
Changbin:
You decided when you were a kid that quizzes were your worst enemy. Ever since you were in elementary school and colorful motivational posters plastered the walls, you knew you’d always hate tests. Tests. Quizzes. Finals. All of it.
As you grew up and enrolled in college, things didn’t change. Your kitchen table was full of opened textbooks and sticky note reminders. Highlighters swept over topics in notebooks. A headache had been pulsing behind your left eye since you started.
You were drowning in academics. Even worse, you were drowning alone. Changbin was out at a photoshoot and you were on your own until sometime late tonight. It was perfect in your head. You were two weeks away from finals and now you had plenty of time to study.
You were trying your best. You did what you could, but the more you pressured yourself into studying more, the more the content wasn’t sticking. There was too much stuff for each subject and not enough space in your head. Everything you just spent two hours drilling into your frontal cortex; it was gone.
You scanned the pages of the textbooks, reading the words, but never truly soaking them in. Words and words and words and words. Some are more complex than others, but it was all the same. You were so focused and anxious about forgetting and failing; it was the only thing taking up space in your head.
You shoved everything away from you in a fit of rage. A textbook snapped shut and hit the floor with a loud thud. Your neatly stacked vocabulary cards that were in alphabetical order, they slipped over the edge too. The twenty minutes you spent organizing them were all for nothing. They scattered in every direction and brought tears to your eyes.
Your face found your hands and that’s where they stayed. Elementary tests were far different from college tests. Twenty percent of these finals went to your final grades. Your final grades were important, especially in the classes you really struggled with. The difference between passing and failing was huge.
“Honey, I’m home!” Changbin called out. “I’m home and I brought food! Have you eaten anything?” Footsteps echoed from the living room and moved closer.
You didn’t bother looking up. On the verge of bursting into sobs, you stayed buried in your hands. Changbin’s eyes went to everything covering the table. “Woah! What’s all this?”
He placed the plastic bag on the side of the counter and approached you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” A comforting hand found your shoulder. “Why are your note cards and textbook on the floor? Did something happen?”
You pulled your face away from your hands with tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m stressed and anxious. As you can see, I’m trying to study, but nothing is sticking.” You sniffled and wiped away a tear. “Why are you home from the shoot early? Did something happen?”
“No, we finished early. Apparently, we all behaved well and behaving means getting work done earlier. That’s not the point. Do you have tests coming up?” His fingers started at your crown and gently tugged back your hair.
“Finals. They’re two weeks away and I could use the head start, but-” You gestured at the mess, “it’s not going so well.”
“I can see that. How about-” He gently grabbed a fistful of your hair and leaned your head back to face him. “We clean this up and we eat. After dinner, we’ll pick one subject and start there. I’ve heard that if you can successfully teach what you’re learning to someone, it means you’ve mastered understanding it.”
Your lips tugged into a pouting frown. More tears filled your eyes and you reached up to wipe them away. Changbin followed your reaction with his own frown. “Why are you crying?”
“Because you’re sweet and sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.”
“Nonsense, everyone deserves their own Changbinnie.” He reached down and placed a soft kiss against your pouty lips. “Go clean up and I’m going to stack these on the counter.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Now hurry!” He pulled away and shooed you. “The food is going to get cold and you know how I feel about cold food. Bleh.”
_ _ _
Hyunjin:
“Sweetheart, you can’t stay in the car the entire day.” Hyunjin hung against the wide open passenger door with an amused smile. “You know I’m stronger than you, right? I could just simply lean down and tug you straight out of there.”
You threw him a weak side eye. This morning, you woke up feeling awful. Since it was his day off, Hyunjin had been taking care of you the entire evening. Every few hours, he had been taking your temperature. When it spiked three degrees in a few hours, he insisted on taking you to the hospital.
The only issue? You hated hospitals and doctors. Not once in your life had you ever trusted a nurse. In the middle of your fever, your anxiety sky-rocketed. You begged him not to take you, but here the two of you were now. He parked right beside the emergency room door, but you refused to get out of his car.
“What if I go in there and they only give me twenty-four hours to live?” You hoarsely uttered.
“Then we better get in there to make sure you have twenty-four hours and not twenty-three.”
“What if they tell me I have cancer?”
“Sweetheart-”
“Or what if it’s worse than that? What if I have a broken bone that I’m not aware of? My foot has been hurting since I rolled it a few days ago and maybe it healed wrong. What if they have to break it again and it goes wrong? What if it gets infected and I lose my entire leg?”
He called your name, but you didn’t respond. You were too busy voicing your concerns out loud. “What if,” you continued, “they find out I’m really sick and they have to give me a shot in the butt?”
He blinked, completely surprised. “What if they what?”
“You heard me, Hyunjin! What if they have to give me a shot in the ass? Why can’t we just go back to that sweet pink medicine that was stored in the fridge? Why do doctors cause misery?” You threw your head back against the seat and continued whining.
You knew you were being dramatic, but between your high fever and your anxiety, you were spiraling. Just thinking about going in and being poked and prodded in your state. It was unfathomable.
“Or, I know this sounds crazy, but what if you just go in, they diagnose you, give you some medicine, and we go back home?”
“Why would they do that? They’re evil doctors,” you whined as your head slumped to your chest. You were exhausted and trying to fight with Hyunjin, it was getting harder and harder to stay on topic. Your body ached and wanted to nod off.
“They’re not evil and I’ll be right there with you the entire time.” He reached down and scooped you into his arms. “Do you think I’d let them hurt you? No way.”
You groaned as your head shifted against the warmth of his chest. “They’re gonna kill me, probably. Kill me and rip my limbs apart. They’re going to feed me my feet and they’re going to-”
He snorted and squeezed you tighter. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about? Doctors wouldn’t do such an outrageous thing. They want to help you, not feed you your own feet.”
“I forgot you’d eat my feet.”
“Huh?”
“You ate Minho’s foot in that one photo.”
“Honey, I think you’re delirious from your fever.”
Your eyes drooped and the emergency doors swung open. The scent of disinfectant hit you and your eyes slipped shut. You mumbled his name, but he didn’t stop walking to the front desk. He started explaining the situation to a nurse.
That didn’t stop you from trying to explain how you needed your feet as you succumbed to sleep.
_ _ _
Han:
“I’m anxious,” you uttered as you laid on the living room floor. Your limbs sprawled out and your gaze caught the spinning ceiling fan. Wooden panels whirled around so fast that they were a giant blur.
“Me too.” Han agreed as he laid a few feet away from you. “I don’t know what I’m anxious about. What are you anxious about?”
“The future, I think. How does it happen? What if it goes wrong? What if I make the wrong mistakes? What if I fuck it up?”
Han’s eyes widened and his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp. “Okay, cool. Now you have me anxious about the future, too.”
“What if we break up?”
“What if we’re together for the rest of our lives?” He countered.
“Woah, are we prepared for that? For this forever? I want to say that I am, but forever is an awfully long time.”
“Isn’t it a good thing?”
“Listen, I’ve been a victim of your farts.”
He reached over and playfully slapped his hand on your shoulder, causing you to laugh. “Shut up!” He whined. “Yours are ten times worse than mine.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Yeah-huh!”
“Prove it!” You challenged.
“Stage one, denial.”
You burst into a fit of giggles and he followed. Your hands curled up over your stomach as you shook. For a few brief moments, you pushed the anxiety from the front of your head. You sucked in a deep breath and let it out.
“But really,” you continued, “how do you stop your anxiety?”
“I ignore it by watching anime. How do you stop yours when it’s bad?” He shifted so he could stare at you. You didn’t move from laying on your back. His arm moved up to prop his head.
“I do whatever I can to escape reality. Most of the time, it’s social media or shoving my nose in a book.”
“Sometimes I bother one of the guys. Life feels better when I’m with them. Even if it’s just one, I feel less stressed. We’re always laughing together so…”
“I understand, it’s a really special bond that you have with the other group members. I’ll admit that it makes me jealous. It just sounds nice and what you have, it’s so authentic and real, you know? You don’t just have one good person, you have seven. I’m sure you have more than that, but-”
“It really is special, isn’t it?” He smiled to himself and shifted back onto his back.
“Yeah.”
“Sometimes when I’m really stressed, I go visit Minho. Every now and then, we’ll go to his parents’ house to see his cats. That’s my favorite way to ease anxiety.”
“If only you had a pet.”
He nodded in agreement and the two of you sat in silence again. Tangled in your own thoughts, your eyes went back to the spinning ceiling fan. You watched it spin around and around and around and-
“Holy shit!” You jerked upright with wide eyes. “Han Jisung, you idiot!”
“Huh?”
“You have a dog!”
“I have a dog?”
“Bbama!”
“Obama?” He echoed, feeling more confused. “The former president of the-” His eyebrows furrowed until he gasped and slammed a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, I have a dog!” He shoved himself to his feet and grabbed your arm. “Come on, we gotta go visit Bbama!”
“Obama,” you mocked him as you followed.
He turned around and stuck his tongue out at you. Yours poked out and caused him to huff. “Shut up,” he finally grumbled. “So I forgot I had a dog! Sue me!”
“Bbama might.”
_ _ _
Felix:
“It’s not funny!” You childishly stomped your foot and placed your hands on your hips.
Across the way, there were tears in Felix’s eyes. The two of you had been posing in front of Hyunjin’s camera and trying to take cute photos together. The last one came out with your eyes in two different directions and half-closed.
Hyunjin was trying not to laugh, for your sake, but Felix was losing it. For the past two minutes, he’d been on the ground with a hand on his stomach. Just when he thought he composed himself, laughter broke back out.
“Baby, p-please,” he weakly uttered. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to-” His words cut off with more laughter.
You didn’t want to do this because of this reason. The two of you were supposed to go official with your relationship and you wanted a cute photo to announce it on Instagram. Hyunjin offered to take it, but none of them were coming out right.
You were anxious, worried that the photos would all come out ugly, and here you were actually living that scenario. Your cheeks were red with humiliation, but it didn’t seem to bother Felix. He was still cracking into fits of giggles.
“It’s not funny,” you mumbled again, feeling more and more miserable. “I told you this was a bad idea.”
Felix shook his head and blonde tendrils went flying. “No, i-it wasn’t a bad idea. This was the best idea. I just wasn’t expecting that angle. It was one poor photo and-”
“It feels like every photo has been a poor photo. I’m not doing it right. I don’t know how to pose like you do. I’m not used to-”
“Hey,” he shoved himself off the ground, “it’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not. You keep laughing at me. I feel like we’re wasting Hyunjin’s time. So much of his time that he just disappeared to go find a snack while we recouped.”
“Hyunjin is a growing man. You couldn’t help that if you wanted to. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just-” He reached forward and gently cupped your cheeks. “I love you so much, you don’t understand it.”
“I don’t like being laughed at, even if it’s just a silly photo. I’m always afraid that-”
His head shook. “I’m not laughing at you. I mean, I am, but I’m laughing at the pose you ended up in. Think about it. Wouldn’t you laugh if Hyunjin snapped a photo of me in that same pose?”
“I guess.” He narrowed his eyebrows at you. “Okay, I guess if the roles were reversed, I’d probably laugh a lot. I look like an idiot.”
“Exactly.” He pressed on your cheeks and caused your lips to press together. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you so much.”
Your cheeks went red and your lips grew into a smile. He grinned and leaned forward and then-
Flash!
Felix jerked away with a groan and you blinked rapidly, trying to gain your vision back. His hands went up to rub his eyes. “Hyunjin?”
“I got it! This is the perfect photo! Oh, you guys are just so cute!” He squealed as he stared at the screen on his camera. “That speech? Disgustingly cute. This photo? Fan wars are going to be caused.”
“Hyunjin,” Felix warned.
“What? I’m just saying.” He shrugged and spun the lens towards the two of you. “What do you think?”
As you stared at the photo of Felix’s twinkling eyes, a smile on his face, and your own blushing smile; you knew he was right, it was perfect.
_ _ _
Seungmin:
“And this.” Seungmin grabbed an item from the shelf and placed it in the grocery cart. “And this. One of these,” he picked up two more items and dropped them into the cart. “Three of these and-”
Your arms curled around yourself tighter. To Seungmin, grocery shopping was a necessity. To you? It was, but specifically, when the store wasn’t thriving with customers. Showing up around five on a Friday evening was the worst thing you agreed to do.
Seungmin had the list and he was carefully marking items off one-by-one. You were behind him and stressed out. The moment you walked into the store beside him, you swore you could feel the pulsing and stressful energy of the crowd.
People were rushing in and out of the aisles. Some were getting pushy while waiting for their turn to look at a specific product. Seungmin didn’t seem to mind the chaos. Maybe he did and he just tuned it out somehow, but you? You didn’t work like that.
You were feeling stressed and wanting to cry. More and more people were slowly entering the front of the aisle that you just came down. You swore you could feel the annoyance of some. It didn’t help that Seungmin kept stopping every few feet to check off an item and calculate the prices of everything.
“Seungmin?” You spoke up nervously as you glanced over your shoulder.
“Hm?”
“Can we please leave this aisle?”
“Hold on, let me add these two numbers together.”
You sighed, but continued waiting. Your brain screamed and begged you to get out of the aisle, but you stayed close to Seungmin. You shut your eyes to focus on your irregular breaths and when you opened them a few moments later, Seungmin was gone.
Your eyes widened and you stepped forward, but before you got far, a cart hurried past you. You jumped, side-stepping, and trying to get out of the way as a random woman sped by. Your hands curled into fists and you pressed yourself against the colorful cereal boxes, trying to make yourself smaller and take up less space.
Out of the aisle, you glanced around, but Seungmin was missing. Cursing beneath your breath, you hurried to the next aisle and glanced down at it, only to find it void of the light blue hoodie he was wearing.
You searched and the more you searched, the more your anxiety grew. The overhead lights were too white and too bright. The chattering of people grew louder and louder. Your own heartbeat hammered against your ears.
A lump built in your throat, but you forced yourself to swallow it. You hated crowds; you hated the congestion of people, and more importantly, you hated that feeling of suffocation that sat upon the top of your chest. It compressed your lungs and made breathing barely operable.
Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus on the task at hand. Walking around felt nearly impossible. Too many people had carts and weren’t paying attention. Someone was texting and another one was making a phone call. Someone else stopped in the middle of an aisle and pressed buttons on their phone.
“Excuse me,” you uttered as you walked around them.
You squeezed your eyes shut at the huff that left their mouth. “Some people have no manners,” they grumbled. Unaware that they did anything wrong, they hurried away, only to stop in front of the opening of another aisle to pull out their phone again.
You wandered around again, trying to find Seungmin, but to no avail. Your hand reached into your back pocket to grab your phone. Just as you considered talking to him, you pulled your hand away from your phone. He shut his phone off at the beginning of the trip, not wanting to be interrupted.
Frustrated and too upset to function, you checked a few more aisles, but you couldn’t find him. You began to head towards the door, assuming you’d just wait in the car until he got back. You walked and walked and walked until a car bumped into the back of your ass.
You wheeled around and there stood Seungmin. His grin fell when he took in your teary eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“There’s too many people. I couldn’t find you and I’m so overstimulated. I thought you were a stranger and I just-”
“Breathe,” he reminded you as he stepped out from behind the cart. “I’m sorry. I thought you were behind me when I left the cereal aisle. I turned around and you were gone. I was grabbing items in another aisle and I figured you’d find me. I didn’t think-”
“It’s not your fault. I can’t help my social anxiety, it’s just so busy. Some woman was so rude to me. I just want to go wait outside. I feel overwhelmed and it’s becoming a struggle to breathe.”
“Do you want me to go with-”
Your head shook. “Finish shopping and I’ll wait for you in the car. I’m sorry, I wanted to help you, but-”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I should have considered how busy the store is at this time of the night. You go to the car and I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
“I love you.”
Not caring that he was in the middle of the store, he leaned up, grabbed your cheeks, and pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. A sweet unexpected gesture that tasted like spearmint and your salted tears.
“I love you too. Now get out of my store,” he grinned. “No adult supervision. I’m going to get dino nuggets.”
_ _ _
Jeongin:
Jeongin had seen a lot of stupidity over the years. He saw it in his fellow idol members. He saw it blatantly stamped all over the idol industry. It was rare that the stupidity came from you, but today was different.
He shielded the top of his head with his arm to block the rain from his vision. The keys jingled in his hand and his shoe squeaked on the entry to your shared home. He grumbled and ripped off his damp coat.
The rain hadn’t stopped pouring for what seemed like hours. A constant downpour that was steadily sprinkled with thunder and lightning. Earlier, the power to his company’s building went down after lightning struck a nearby power cord. He finished the rest of his schedule via a backup generator.
He kicked off his shoes and called your name. He expected you to be taking a nap. On certain evenings, you did. Some days, you stayed up late, came home, and indulged in a few hour nap. He grew used to the routine, but you weren’t on the couch.
He headed to your shared room and, to his surprise, you weren’t there either. You had to be home, he knew that. Your phone was there on the nightstand and face down. Your shoes, he put his own right next to them.
He called your name, but you didn't respond. Just as he was about to call your name again, there was a flash. Through the glass sliding door, the balcony lit up and there you were. Squatting on the ground, huddled around yourself, and soaking wet, you sat in a small ball.
His eyes widened and he rushed forward. He tugged on the balcony door, only to find it locked. He cursed, flipped the lock, and swung the door open. “What are you doing out here? Get inside now!” He called out over the loud sound of heavy rain.
Your eyes half-opened at the sound of your name. You glanced over to find a worried Jeongin. He grabbed your forearm and tugged your dripping and shivering body back inside. His eyes scanned you up and down.
“What happened to you? What did you do? Why were you locked on the balcony?”
“I was anxious,” you mumbled. “I went out to get fresh air and I must have slammed the door shut too hard and the lock flipped. When I went out, it wasn’t raining.”
“But it’s been raining for hours!”
“Has it? I just woke up freezing cold a few minutes ago, I think. It’s not too bad after you get used to being soaked.”
He sighed and grabbed the end of your shirt. “Arms up.”
You didn’t fight him tugging off your shirt. “You’re such an idiot,” he mumbled. “You’re going to catch a cold by wearing these soaking wet clothes. You’re going to wake up with a fever and sniffles.”
“On the bright side of things, I don’t feel anxious anymore.”
“Because you’re too cold to feel it.” He sighed and grabbed the warmest blanket he could find. “From now on, if you go out onto the balcony when I’m gone, crack the door.”
“Okay.”
“What were you anxious about, anyway?”
“I don’t know. I’m too cold to remember, but this blanket is so warm. Have I ever told you I love you?”
“Sometimes I think I should reconsider my offer.”
“That’s not nice.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way at certain times.”
why are my boyfriend's abs all over my timeline - boyfriend!skz | OT8
summary: a picture of your boyfriend's abs go viral and naturally your reaction is to demand an explanation.
warnings: established relationship, suggestive jokes, implied sexual content, pet names (baby, angel, jagi, aegi, etc.), being jealous but in a dramatic way, sorry if I missed any
Bang Chan
Lee Know
Changbin
Hyunjin
Han Jisung
Felix
Seungmin
Jeongin
a/n: hi guys! this is my first post and I am kinda nervy lol. Welcome to Lali's Lair I hope to continue to post and bring to vision things that I think of. My DMs and requests are always open!! feedback, comments, and reblogs are always greatly encouraged and appreciated 💋
edit: changed Lee Know's as I did not know the previous pic that I found on Pinterest was AI. Sorry!
stray kids ot8 x fem!reader — mini oneshot reaction
GENRE: domestic, pure fluff, comfort, soft moments, sleepy vibes
WARNINGS: none besides softness + slight panic from Han
SYNOPSIS: you fall asleep on each member — their reactions range from freezing, panicking, melting, to carrying you to bed.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: HEYYY! i realized i lowk need to stop giving u guys so much angst so lots of fluff for now! here's a cute lil ot8 oneshot! have fun readingg!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but not needed ofc!.
MASTERLIST
✧ Chan:
You don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until your head tips onto his shoulder. Chan freezes for half a second, then quietly adjusts himself so you’re resting comfortably. He shifts your hair out of your face, tucks the blanket around you, and leans back just enough so your neck won’t hurt later.
He whispers, barely audible, “Sleep, baby… I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t move an inch, you look to peaceful to be woken.
✧ Minho:
You slump against him mid‑movie, and Minho glances down with that unimpressed-but-soft expression he does. He sighs like you’re inconveniencing him… then immediately adjusts you so your head is on his chest instead of his arm.
“Seriously?”
He mutters, but his hand is already resting on your back, thumb brushing slow circles.
He stays like that the whole time, pretending he’s not enjoying it.
✧ Changbin
You fall asleep on his shoulder mid‑conversation. He stops talking instantly, eyes wide, like he’s afraid to breathe too loud.
Then he smiles. That small, proud smile he gets when he’s soft. And he gently pulls you closer so your head is fully supported.
He whispers,
“Sleep well, yeah?”
and sits perfectly still, like a statue.
✧ Hyunjin
You knock out on his lap while he’s scrolling on his phone. He looks down, surprised, then melts instantly.
He shifts into a more comfortable position, pulls a blanket over both of you, and after a few minutes… he falls asleep too. Head resting on top of yours, arms loosely around you, breathing slow and even.
Two sleeping beauties on the couch.
✧ Han
You fall asleep on his shoulder and he panics. Like: full body freeze, eyes wide, “what do I do” energy.
He looks around like someone will give him instructions.
Then he relaxes, lets out a tiny breath, and slowly leans his head against yours.
You drift off against him, and Felix immediately checks if you’re comfortable. He adjusts your head, fixes the pillow, pulls a blanket over you, and gently rubs your arm.
Then he whispers,
“Come on, let’s go to bed,”
and carefully picks you up bridal‑style.
He lays you down, tucks you in, and stays beside you until he falls asleep too.
✧ Seungmin
You fall asleep on him and he pretends not to notice. Keeps scrolling on his phone like nothing happened.
But he shifts just enough so your head is resting comfortably on his chest, not his shoulder. He even adjusts the blanket over you without looking at you.
If you wake up and apologize, he’ll say,
“It’s fine. You're tired,”
like it’s noooo big deal.. even though he didn’t move for a couple hours.
✧ Jeongin
You fall asleep on his shoulder and he freezes, cheeks turning pink. He waits a moment, then carefully scoops you up in his arms.
He carries you to the bedroom, lays you down gently, and sits beside you for a minute — just watching your breathing settle, making sure you’re okay.
Not in a weird way. Just soft, protective, quiet Jeongin.
He whispers,
“Goodnight,” and turns off the light.
dividers by - @doll-fairy | HOPPEE U ENJOYEDD TYSM FOR READINGG YAYAYA!
Not the kind of tired that sleep could fix, the kind that lived in his shoulders, in the way he rolled his neck between schedules, in the quiet sighs he didn’t realize he let out when he thought no one was watching.
The studio was empty except for him and the low hum of his computer, still replaying the same beat he'd been working on for hours. His hoodie was draped over a chair, a half-empty water bottle sat beside his keyboard, and his headphones rested around his neck.
That’s when the door creaked open.
You peeked in hair slightly messy, phone clutched in your hand.
“Channie?” you called softly.
He looked up, surprised, before a smile spread across his face.
Not his stage smile. Not his fan smile.
His real one.
“Hey,” he said, voice warm.
You smiled back and walked over, stopping in front of him. For a second, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn't awkward.
It never was with him.
You opened your arms.
“Come here.”
He let out a quiet laugh, but stood anyway.
The hug you gave him wasn't rushed. It wasn't playful. It was the kind of hug that said, I see you. I know you're tired. You don't have to be strong right now.
“Channie…” you whispered, leaning back just enough to look up at him. “Are you okay?”
Chan froze for half a second, his eyes slipping shut as he let out a slow breath
When he opened them again, he looked down at you with nothing but love.
“I will be now that you're here,” he whispered.
A quiet giggle escaped your lips.
Then he melted.
He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head. His eyes slipped closed as though your presence alone had flipped a switch inside him. His grip tightened just a little, like he wasn't ready to let go.
You buried your face back into his chest, smiling.
“Did you know,” he murmured, “you’re really good at this?”
“At what?” you asked, voice muffled against his hoodie.
“Making everything feel...better”
You pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were soft—tired, but bright in that way only he had. The kind of look he saved just for you. Your cheeks warmed.
“You spend so much time taking care of everyone else,” you said softly. “You deserve to be taken care of, too, Channie. So… just let me take care of you for a little while, okay?”
He looked at you for a long moment.
Like he wanted to say a hundred things but couldn't find the words.
In the end, he simply smiled.
"Thank you," he whispered before pressing a feather-light kiss to the top of your head. He gently pulled you back into his chest, his embrace lingering a little longer this time, as though he was trying to hold on to the peace you'd brought him.
You smiled against his chest and hugged him again, gently rubbing small circles against his back.
Neither of you spoke.
You didn't have to.
The weight on his shoulders didn't disappear.
It probably never would.
But in your arms, it finally felt a little lighter.
warnings: fuck is in there somewhere ;-; really it's pretttty fluffy, inner angst maybe?
word count: about 900
summary: vacation with the group takes a turn when your boyfriend does something a bit...unexpected.
it was a shame he couldn't marry you.
you held seungmin's soft hand. it was barely calloused, a bit bigger than yours. warm.
-
you weren't some 9th member of the group, but it was often you joined stray kids on any long trips away from the public and their cameras. because after all, you, too, had to hide. so you were on vacation.
well, sort of.
even when you weren't where you lived, as long as you were with him, you were home.
but you get the point.
-
he squeezed your hand softly, warming yours up. the breeze was faint, enough to tousle hair. but it wasn't yet cold out. you ran together up the hill leaving felix all third-wheeled on your tail. he was holding a big camera. the only 'big camera' you'd have to see this week.
you giggled with seungmin, hair flying about. he smoothed it away from your face and gave you a few little kisses accompanied with that pretty smile he'd worn this whole trip. and felix didn't seem too salty about being in the dust.
it wasn't yet sunset, but the sky had taken a light lavender hue, the sun already orange. what a venue.
"so pretty," seungmin mumbled.
you hummed in agreement. you didn't check where he was looking.
he was wearing a simple button up over a white shirt and shorts. he was beautiful as ever. it may as well have been a tux.
and you, you got dolled up for everything. especially this time knowing felix brought the cam. you and seungmin were gonna get the best couple pics to hide away under your nightstand or something.
it was beautiful weather.
felix positioned himself with the camera a few feet away from you and your boyfriend, snapping a few pictures. you hit a few poses, maybe a kiss or two. nothing too cheesy. you'd hate to look like those couples in the postcards acting all 'in love.' none of your love was for show. how could it be?
in the back of your mind, you thought to yourself: what a venue. you might even have been filled with anticipation if you were anyone else. but you knew better than to say anything. why make seungmin feel bad for such a non-issue?
you had come to terms with what you had. he was still yours anyway. not a lot could be better.
-
but in the end, it was a shame he couldn't marry you.
-
"hey, rotate a bit..." felix directed. "there!"
he gave seungmin a wink. seungmin's eyes lingered on felix's before smiling at you again. your heart fluttered.
"the sun's catching us just right," your love said softly, gently holding at your hand for the camera. it was recording this time.
"i knowww."
the sun was just hidden enough it didn't hurt in your eyes. you had butterflies. you thought those were over after all these years.
"come on!" felix prodded.
what?
thud.
no.
you locked eyes with the boy you loved, who wasn't eye level with you anymore.
you screamed and jumped back. delightfully. but also in hysteria. he kept a stupid smile the whole time.
shining in his shaky hands, a ring. as in wedding ring.
you almost laughed with joy, but you weren't just overjoyed he'd even risk it.
you were confused.
so instead of a clear yes (even though you'd say yes in your sleep), you asked:
"why?"
-
"why what?"
"why marry me?" you searched his eyes, now knelt down to his level. "no one would know. the label would be pointless."
these were things he had thought of, of course. but to him, marrying you didn't have to mean flaunting you.
seungmin pretended to think for a moment, the breeze wooshing around the two of you.
"well, i just...wanted to marry you."
-
you could've cried. you understood.
after a moment, you crushed him in a hug. "you're crazy!" you yelled.
"what do you say?" he asked softly.
you screamed out a yes. of course you'd say yes. you'd basically already said yes with the way you live with him. there had been mornings he’d kiss your face and you’d whisper something like ‘we might as well be married,’ and he’d go ‘wanna be?’
felix was laughing.
"i wanna be married to you," seungmin repeated. "how does that sound?"
"husband sounds awesome," you said between little kisses all on his face. he grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger.
"a little fast there, wife," he laughed, kissing you back.
felix still had the camera rolling. he couldn't stop smiling. it was perfect footage.
-
'it was a shame he couldn't marry you.' what you'd always thought the second you got too bored and started paying attention to what your subconscious had to say. but you were wrong. he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
and he wanted this bad.
-
no one could really say why logically. you wouldn't be a wife he could show off. and all the things you'd do for him wouldn't be all that different from what you already did as his girlfriend. but now you're official official. concrete. there will be proof of you and him, tangible like the pictures under the nightstand. no one but the two of you would ever see it, but that was enough. beautiful enough to have happened and to be worth saving.
Context: Your boyfriend gave you his card to use but you didn’t use it so he trying to figure out why.
Hyung Line Maknae Line
Chan ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Lee Know᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Changbin ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Hyunjinn ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Writers corner ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆
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Hey friends how y’all doing I hope you enjoy this and yall my birthday is literally next week and maintenance starts on Monday I can’t wait I been looking like bum now it’s time to glam up and idk if I said this but I’m gonna post a fic on my birthday and take a break the next day so I will be back on Friday yeah so tell how you like this ok baiii💋
Context: Your boyfriend gave you his card to use but you didn't use it so he trying to figure out why.
Hyung Line Maknae Line
Han ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Felix ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Seungmin᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
I.N᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
Writers corner ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆
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Hey friends how y’all doing I hope you are doing well like I’m not going to stop complaining about this heat today was so hot I was sweating bad omg but it’s ok life still goes on and yeah tell how you like this and if you see any mistakes look the other way ok baiii💋
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