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[lovecvrexx]

LOUDER ✩ B. CHAN

( 방찬 ) ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ rough sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ light choking ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ size kink ⋆ creampie : 1255

──── in which ︵ chan’s obsessed with one thing; hearing you moan his name. what starts slow and sweet quickly turns into rough, relentless pleasure as he pushes you through orgasm after orgasm just to hear those pretty sounds spill from your lips.

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your boyfriend, chan, loved hearing your sweet noises of pleasure. he would do anything to hear you moan his name in that breathy tone, all drunk on his cock no matter where you were. he didn’t mind how loud you got, it only brought him more pleasure. well, you weren’t usually that loud in bed, you knew you’d get a noise complaint if you let your voice out completely, but you can’t really keep quiet when all he does is try to make you moan even louder. 

"o—h, chan,” you sighed shakily, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he slowly pushed inside. chan groaned lowly when he bottomed out, feeling your velvety walls pulse around his cock.

he leaned down and nuzzled in your neck, his hands caressing your sides as he started to move. "y’feel so good baby, so fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing and nipping on the skin there.

chan being chan, with his hyper fixation with your moans, groaned in pleasure when he heard you moan so delicately, but he didn't want you to moan softly—he wanted you to scream his name.

he wanted the whole neighborhood to know who was fucking you so good, who was making you feel so good. your eyes rolled back briefly when he started to pound into you, the tip of his cock mercilessly slamming into your cervix. 

your eyes closed shut, eyebrows knitted together and back arching as profanities left your parted lips along with louder moans. chan relished in them. a shudder went down his spine when he heard you moan his name loudly when he hit a particularly spongy spot. he knew what he was hitting, he knew your body inside and out, after all.

"oh, did I find your sweet spot ma?" he cooed, tauntingly, before slamming hard into that spot again – purposely this time, making your back arch more, hands scrambling up to grip onto his forearms that held your hips in place on the bed. your whole body shuddered and trembled as he kept slamming precisely into your g-spot with a relentless pace, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

chan let out shaky low moans as he heard your sounds grow louder, his fingers working deftly on your puffy slippery clit, bringing you closer and closer to something earth-shattering.

your eyes teared up in pleasure, already so fucked to say anything except "harder" and "faster".

what could he do other than give you what you wanted? after all, he wanted it as much as your needy self.

the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm with his pounding, the bed creaking with each movement. your body rose up the bed with each thrust, making chan groan in annoyance. he wanted your body to stay still so he could fuck you harder just like you wanted, but with the way your body was bouncing it was near impossible, and so, he quickly thought of a solution. 

you whined when he suddenly stopped and pulled out, "all fours, ass up, face down." he ordered, his voice breathless with unfulfilled desire and exertion. chan watched as you scrambled into position, presenting your backside to him, your face flush against the pillow.

he let out a low whistle, "fucking love this view," he gave your ass a sharp slap before grabbing the flesh there with one hand and your hip with the other. you moaned into the pillow when he filled you up again.

his thrusts were punishing, exactly what you wanted as he surged forward with renewed vigor. chan couldn’t help but notice the way the pillow silenced your screams of pleasure.

oh, he was having none of that. 

his hand left your ass and tangled in your hair, wrapping your locks around his hand before tugging your head up. your moans immediately filled the room, making his whole body shudder. your moans were music to his ears.

"fu—ck, chan, cumming, o—h," you mewled, "m’gonna—gonna cu—m." he grunted in satisfaction when he heard your desperate – barely coherent – words.

"oh yeah? fuckin’ come on this big dick," one hand came down and around to draw quick circles on your swollen clit in time with his thrusts.

"c’mon ma, wanna feel you fucking suffocate my cock." his voice was a near growl as he worked you closer and closer.

your body shook and trembled when you reached your peak, pure unadulterated pleasure etched on your features as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you were moaning his name like that. you gasped when he pushed you down fully, your front side now flush against the mattress as he started to pound into you.

this was it. this was the position.

chan moaned lowly in pleasure when he heard your loud gasping moans, the way your legs lifted whenever he went balls deep only spurred him on. he fucked you mercilessly, and you couldn’t move away, you were trapped between his body and the bed. his hand yanked your head back by your hair so he could hear all the sounds you were making without it being muffled by the bed or pillow.

"fucking love your sounds baby, your sweet fuckin’ moans, only for me." he moaned in your ear, causing shudders to ripple through your body.

you were fast approaching your second orgasm, the feeling of him going so deep and so fast was too much for you. his hand that was on your hair snaked around and wrapped itself around your throat. not quite cutting air supply, but enough pressure to have you gasping.

his free hand snaked under your body and strummed your bundle of nerves, the stimulation on your clit along with him repeatedly hitting your sweet spots deep inside you was your undoing. you let out high pitched keens and cries as you came again, your whole body shaking.

your pussy clenched around his cock rhythmically, all while pulling him in more. "f-fu—ck, your pussy’s fucking pulling me in, greedy girl," he groaned as he felt his release so close that he could practically taste it.

a few more brutal slams and chan let out a guttural moan when he finally felt the pressure in his lower abdomen snap, his hips jerking against your ass as he filled your welcoming cunt full with his seed.

his hand soon left your throat, his breathing ragged, matching yours as his body slumped on top of you, his cock still letting out little spurts of cum inside your quivering pussy, painting your walls white. he nuzzled his face in the side of your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried to control his breathing.

after a while, he finally pulled out, both of you moaning at how sensitive you’d become. and almost immediately after he pulled out, his cum trickled out of your well loved hole. chan couldn’t help himself, he just had to take a picture. he took his phone from the bedside table and nudged you gently, showing you his phone. "can I?" he asked and you nodded, chuckling in amusement, still breathless.

he sighed in contentment after taking the photos and plopping down next to you, pulling you closer by your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. "i love you," he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressed your body, worshipping every inch as you two lay there on his bed, relishing in the afterglow and love.

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[ksywoo]

he talks to your family | skz hyung line

pairing: stray kids hyung line x reader (separate)

genre: established relationships, fake texts, member is close with/talks to reader's family

warnings: implied good relationships with family in all. Chan: mention of marriage (somehow always slips into his oops), and Chan has baby fever. Hyunjin: reader's sister is depressed bc of a bad break up and reader a little insecure/sad that sister is confiding in Hyunjin more than reader.

notes: these are so fun to make i need more ideas

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[seungmins52ndhairstrand]

Hiding a hospital trip from bf!skz

Contains: ot8 x gn!reader

Genre: comedy, fluff

Warnings: cursing, light injuries mentioned

A/n: damn. I'm 21. That's kinda crazy. Anyways here's a post!!! Love y'all<333

Based on this request<3

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[hosungie]

𑣲baby boy

w/ hyung line skz

how do they react when you call them baby boy, seemingly out of nowhere ?

note: im slowly getting back into writing so forgive any mistakes ! chan referred to as chris cause we cool like that

maknae line here !

chris slowly peels his headphones off when you knock on his studio door, letting them hang around his neck. “you should have gone home,” he huffs, eyes still glued to his laptop. 

you let yourself in, “i could have said the same thing to you.” you cross his studio in three strides, stopping to spin his desk chair around to face you. chris whines. the window is cracked on the opposing wall, letting the late night autumn breeze cool the room. the posters and papers stuck onto the walls shiver and rustle lightly. you reach out and cup his cheeks to stroke the discoloured skin under his eyes with your thumbs. results of long days of hard work, discipline, and probably not enough water. 

you decide to press, “when was the last time you had a real meal?” passing another stroke over his cheek bones. he shrugs, leaning into your touch, letting his eyes flutter shut. you move one hand to pass through his blonde, unkept, curls, detangling a small piece. 

“maybe this morning?” he finally answers, voice gravely with exhaustion.

you pause, leaving a hand in his hair, “chris. i made breakfast at seven. it’s almost midnight.” he doesn’t reply, knowing his bad habits affect the both of you. your thoughts catch up to you, “oh, honey. c’mon baby boy, we’re going home.” 

his eyes open and you can feel the warmth flooding into his face beneath your hand. “oh. yeah, yeah, okay. home.” he spins around to fiddle with his laptop before closing it and tucking it under his arm. 

you pretend to not notice the flush of his skin and turn to wait by the door. chris whips around his studio like a tornado, picking up the papers you know you’re going to have to wrangle out of his hands later. he meets you by the door and takes your hand with his free one. his palm is sweaty… i wonder why.

minho hears the front door open, but does not dare to move. his lap is the chosen resting spot for not one, not two, but all three of his cats. he dares not disturb his children. 

“i’m back!” you call out, expecting to either be greeted by padded paws or socked feet. when none comes, you walk down the hall, closer to the living room. “min-” oh. 

a quick succession of blinks morph into crescent moons as minho smiles. “hi, love.” he strokes each cat one by one. 

you quiet your steps as you approach, then lean against the back of the couch, resting over one of the back pillows. “i see you’re preoccupied, i suppose i’ll go eat by myself.” you sigh dramatically. minho reaches back and grabs your arm, a teasing scowl on his face. by now, the cats have woken to the sound of your voices, and are beginning their exits. you stroke dori along the back while you kiss minho’s cheek. “come, it’ll get cold and neither of us like nuked rice.” 

minho stands then stretches, a joint popping in the process. “how long were you sitting there? rather, how long did they have you trapped?” 

he meets you behind the couch, “long enough that i cannot feel my ass.” 

you reach around him, grabbing an entire hand of his ass with a smirk. “i can.” that earned you a light smack. you whine, “not fair, you gave me the perfect opportunity to-” 

“i do not care. go wash up.” 

you reach up to tap under his chin, “whatever you say, baby boy,” then turned and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

it didn’t hit minho until three hours later when you had your head rested on his arm while you watched a movie together. the way your eyes glinted under the living room light, the featherlight touch on his chin, and the way you called him baby boy. he might have to excuse himself if he thinks about it any longer.

changbin loves the gym, it’s true. he loves to be able to flex in the mirror and see the swell of his muscles, the fruit of his hard word and discipline. it wasn’t rare to find him practicing poses in front of the mirror, fresh out of the shower, or in the middle of changing. you tease him occasionally for it, poking at his biceps as you walk by, not that he minds. 

more often that not, you want to get your hands on him. whether it be just resting a hand over his skin, have your hands wander his skin, or get a solid grip on his arms, you want to be in physical contact. to appreciate his work, you say. you think that you like his arms more than he does half of the time. 

you’ll often suggest the idea of giving him a massage after a day of work, to help him relax. changbin doesn’t say no to the idea. if he’s one thing, he’s a man: he loves the feeling of you running your hands all over him, pushing into the sore muscles of his back after a day of work, or which ever part of his body he worked out that day. 

today, however, you were feeling particularly mean, in a teasing mood if you would. changbin peeled his shirt off, laying flat on his stomach on your shared bed, ready for you to attack his aching back. you mount the backs of his thighs and start as you would, pushing into the meat in his shoulders, sides and back before you paused, leaning forwards. 

“you had a long day today, didn’t you, baby boy?” you kneaded his lower back as he nodded and exhaled, content. 

“wait-” changbin pushed himself onto his hands, rustling you backwards, yet you stayed perched on his elevated thighs, “baby-” he looked over his shoulder at you, ears tinged pink.

“what? don’t like the nickname?” he lowered himself back onto his stomach with a whine, “you’re my baby, and you’re my boy,” he can practically hear the cheshire smirk on your lips. he doesn’t respond, just groans into the pillow under his head when you hit it a painful spot near his left side. 

you finish his promised massage with his face shoved so far into the pillow, you’re not sure how he’s breathing, neck burning hot and ears bright red.

hyunjin sits perched on the couch, legs crossed with a serious look on his face. you sit not so far away, an equally as serious look on your face. the standoff continues until you sigh in exasperation, “fine. you win, we’ll get beef.” hyunjin’s face immediately lights up, launching himself forwards to land on top of you, tipping you both backwards onto the rest of the couch. 

he perches his chin on one palm and twirls a lock of hair in the other, “then can we also get-” you squish a finger to his lips. 

“whatever you want now, no,” he pouts behind the finger, attempting to bite it as you pull back. he remains perched atop your body, forcing you to stay on the couch as you wiggle in an attempt to grab your phone to call in the food you just argued over for twenty minutes. 

after hanging up the phone, hyunjin finally decides that he’ll allow you to breathe. he rolls off of you, unceremoniously landing flat on the floor with a huff. you nearly tip yourself off the couch and land on him as you roll to ask if he’s okay. he is. 

around 25 minutes later the doorbell rings, by now, hyunjin had made it off the floor and was sitting up, leaning into the plush cushions of the couch, scrolling through netflix in an attempt to find something to watch while eating. he twitches at the bell but you stand before he does. 

“thank you, my love,” you meet his eyes, practically stalking your movements, before his eyes squint with his smile. 

you run a hand through his hair as you pass behind the couch, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “no problem, baby boy.” 

the controller stills in his hold as he processes what you said. it wasn’t a big change from the usual cutesy nicknames but something in his gut stirred, heavy with desire. 

he ate unusually fast, ready to pounce, given the chance.

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[grungeham]

just a second.

summ: jisung is already shaking from grinding against you. somehow, he still thinks ‘just the tip’ is a reasonable suggestion. 

⋆ pairing: nerd!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: “just the tip” trope, perv!jisung too, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetie), kissing, A LOT of whimpering and whining, tit play, edging, teasing, cumming, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, rough sex, soft ending (if you squint) ⋆ words: 2.8k

a/n: this could be my third perv!jisung fic in a row? yes. i’m totally obsessed with him. i was thinking about gatekeeping this until friday/saturday, but i’m gonna be kind and let you read this finger licking fic today 😚 this trope is my comfort zone, so i ended this asap. i hope you enjoy this as much as i do. enjoy! <3

the show was still playing from jisung’s laptop, some loud scene getting drowned out by dialogue neither of you had actually listened to in at least twenty minutes.

at some point he’d ended up on top of you, settled between your legs like it had happened by accident.

except, honestly, both of you knew it hadn’t been an accident at all. your makeout sessions always started the same way: slow, distracted, a couple soft laughs in between.

and then jisung completely lost his mind.

you felt him sigh against your mouth the second your hand slipped under his hoodie, barely brushing the warm skin of his waist.

his hips moved against you on instinct and he let out a broken sound, immediately hiding his face in your neck like he was embarrassed with himself the second after.

“fuck…” he whined, the word coming out muffled. “so wet…”

jisung kept rubbing the tip through your soaked folds, hissing every time he accidentally brushed your entrance. his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, feeling his cock throb at the thought of finally being inside you.

you breathed softly, fingers sliding up the back of his neck, playing with his hair while your nails lightly scraped at his skin. and jisung literally trembled on top of you.

you couldn’t stop the amused smile tugging at your lips. because jisung was completely gone. his eyes stayed locked on his own movements, brows furrowed as he whimpered whenever the feeling got too intense.

and still, he kept looking at you with that completely lost expression that always showed up right before he started begging.

“p-please…” he panted, voice shaky, broken. “god- baby… let me in- fuck- i promise i’ll be good…”

his doe eyes looked glossy while he stared at you like he was begging without even realizing it. his cheeks were bright red, glasses crooked, lips swollen from kissing so much he could barely close them properly anymore.

and somehow he was still trying to grind closer again, body trembling, those pathetic little sounds completely ruining your head.

“don’t,” you breathed out, frowning a little when he pushed his hips against you again.

jisung let out a small frustrated sound into your neck.

“but, baby… need you so bad,” he whimpered quietly. “need to be inside you…”

the way he said it almost ruined you too, because jisung was completely out of it.

you shook your head, finding it harder and harder to think with his cock pathetically dragging against your folds and your clit. and don’t even get started on the messy, desperate, wet kisses he kept scattering all over your body.

every touch seemed to go straight through him. he trembled whenever your nails scraped his neck, whimpered against your skin whenever you kissed him too deep, and kept burying his face in your neck every time he got embarrassed by the sounds leaving him.

jisung was inexperienced. out of all his hobbies and obsessions, he’d genuinely never considered the possibility of touching a real woman. or at least, not until you started dating a few months ago.

ever since then, every single makeout session had gotten erotic enough for jisung to cum in his pants from just a couple kisses and touches alone.

it was ridiculously adorable.

and probably the worst part was that he wasn’t even trying to act sexy. jisung just looked like this whenever he got desperate for you. messy, shaky, completely incapable of thinking straight.

“jisung,” you murmured, fingers slowly running through his damp hair. “you’re already struggling.”

he let out another one of those miserable little sounds immediately.

“if we actually have sex,” you continued, “you’re gonna lose your mind.”

and that seemed to completely destroy him.

he buried his face in your neck instantly with a muffled moan, though his hands still wandered over you absentmindedly like he physically couldn’t stop touching you. your waist, your thighs, your tits. any part of you he could hold onto without completely losing it.

his breathing was a warm mess against your skin. his movements clumsy, wandering over you just to feel how soft and warm you were.

you could feel his uneven breaths against your neck, mumbling nonsense and kissing you chaotically. you whimpered when he finally pulled back to look at you with that devoted expression he always got around you.

“maybe…” he swallowed hard, breathless. “maybe just the tip?”

your laugh came out softer than expected. because of course jisung would still try negotiating despite trembling, flushed bright red, barely able to breathe right.

“sweetie, you’re shaking,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “i don’t think you can handle that.”

“i’ll be good,” he insisted quickly, almost stumbling over his own words. “i swear. i’d stop if you want me to- i can do it- i-i can behave… please…”

and honestly, seeing him like this was starting to drive you insane too.

you hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him sharply against you.

jisung let out a small broken whimper that died in his throat, briefly squeezing his eyes shut when he felt your wetness drag against his aching cock.

“you’re lucky i like you,” you murmured. “all right. go on. but if you lose your mind, that’s not my fault”

“oh my god- thank you,” he blurted out almost desperately, peppering quick clumsy kisses all over your face like he had no idea what to do with himself now that you’d actually said yes.

it was impossible not to laugh a little. because just minutes ago he’d been trying to act like he could control himself, and now he looked seconds away from passing out just from having you under him.

his hands trembled slightly, his breathing still completely wrecked. even the way he looked at you seemed too vulnerable for someone who’d spent the last twenty minutes shamelessly begging.

he moved closer slowly, way too focused on every little reaction from you to think straight anymore.

he wrapped a hand around his cock and lined himself up against you eagerly. and the second he pushed the head in, barely two centimeters, finally feeling you around him, his whole body froze completely still.

“oh my god…” he breathed out in a broken whisper.

his eyes shut immediately and one hand gripped your thigh like he needed something to hold onto. you could feel him shaking above you, breathing like he’d just run miles.

“shit… okay. okay, i’m good…” he tried to say, though he sounded completely destroyed by the end of it.

the smile that spread across your lips probably made everything worse. because the second he looked at you again and saw that pleased expression on your face, something inside him seemed to snap for good.

jisung let out another embarrassed little moan and buried his face in your neck instantly, like he was trying to survive the feeling.

“you’re doing good…” you whispered, running a hand slowly down his back.

and honestly, that didn’t help either.

you could feel him trying to control himself. the way he kept taking deep breaths, the way he slowly pulled himself back out of you, clearly losing his mind from how overwhelming it felt. he’d push in just a little before stopping again, like he was trying to buy himself time before completely losing it.

he dragged against your wet folds again, whining audibly every time he felt how tightly you took him. he could feel the urge to sink fully into you, make you moan his name, fill you completely.

“i-i’m behaving,” he murmured with a weak smile that disappeared immediately after another shaky gasp slipped out. “see?”

he started this tiny little pattern that was driving him straight to insanity. teasing your folds, brushing your entrance, slowly pushing in until his head spun from the pleasure, then pulling out before he embarrassed himself by cumming too fast.

you could practically see the superhuman effort in his movements, trembling every time he got a little deeper. until eventually he let out a frustrated whine, one that sounded genuinely desperate.

and that’s when you knew he’d already lost the fight with himself.

unable to take it anymore, jisung immediately dug his fingers into your thighs and slammed fully into you in one motion, stuffing you completely. one clumsy, needy thrust, completely out of control.

the sound he let out this time was almost miserable.

and he probably could’ve cum right there from how soft, wet, tight, and warm you felt around him. it felt unbelievably good. your cunt pressed against his hips, taking him completely with no problem at all.

it felt so good that the only thing he could think to do was grip your thighs tightly just so he could stay buried inside you until he got used to how tight you were.

“ji-jisung? you- ah…” you gasped, voice breaking in surprise.

but jisung wasn’t really listening anymore. or at least not fully.

something in his expression changed instantly. that desperate little look he always got whenever you were too close, whenever you touched him just a little too much.

and then he started moving again. started thrusting in and out in this messy, hungry rhythm like he was trying to get even closer to you somehow, even though there wasn’t any possible space left between you anymore.

his broken moans and pathetic whimpers every time his tip hit your cervix mercilessly were loud enough to make you worry someone might hear. you watched his tongue fall out slightly as he panted, feeling you squeeze him impossibly tight.

“oh shit- baby, you’re so fucking tight i-” a whine interrupted him, sounding completely wrecked. “i-i think m’gonna come already. god- i-i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to- fuck…”

jisung didn’t even know where to put his hands anymore. one second he was gripping your waist and the next he was touching you everywhere like he needed to feel every inch of you before completely losing his mind.

“oh fuck- you were totally right. you feel so fucking good- mmmh- i’m already losing it…”

you literally couldn’t respond. every thrust was so deep and overwhelming that all you could do was moan incoherently, nails digging into his back for support.

jisung moved erratically against you, pleasure crashing into him nonstop. he couldn’t think anymore. he was completely buried between your legs. your body twisted beneath him, trembling and taking him fully. his hands found your breasts again, squeezing and kneading desperately, not even knowing where to start.

completely ruined.

“mmmh- you feel- fuck- you feel even better than i thought, jagi…” he sighed against your hot skin, voice completely gone.

his glasses were fogged up now. hair stuck to his forehead, lips red and swollen from all the desperate kisses he kept leaving on your neck, your tits, any skin he could reach.

and still, he kept looking at you with that devastated expression, like he couldn’t believe you were really letting him do this.

he lowered his head and pressed it between your breasts. leaving a trail of open-mouthed, wet, sucking kisses. your back arched the second you felt his hot breath against your sensitive nipples.

it felt like heaven. jisung genuinely thought nothing had ever felt as good as the moans spilling out of you with every touch, lick, and kiss he left on your skin.

“fuck- i think i’m addicted to you…” he let out between shaky breaths. “too much, too much. you’re milking me so good…”

the confession came out so pathetic and sincere that your heart literally skipped a beat.

jisung needed more. he needed everything from you. your moans and shaky breaths in his ear were pushing him right to the edge. your legs trembled, thighs hugging his body tightly, trying to pull him deeper.

jisung felt like he could do this for hours and hours. except, unfortunately, his body had completely different plans.

breathing was getting harder and harder. keeping a steady rhythm without fully losing his mind was becoming impossible. the heat in his stomach was unbearable and he knew it.

he knew it from the way his movements were getting sloppier, from how his hands trembled against your body, from how he couldn’t stop staring at you.

your broken breaths only made everything worse. every tiny sound you let out had jisung reacting immediately with a gasp, an embarrassed moan, his hips speeding up, getting sloppier before he could stop himself.

“oh my god…” he whispered in a broken breath, desperately searching for your lips.

his thrusts were deep, rough, but inexperienced. he just wanted to stay completely inside you, fucking you mercilessly until he could empty every last drop into you.

you moaned against his lips with every thrust, desperate, whiny from the feeling, and jisung could feel every sound running straight through his body and directly into his cock.

then he looked down to where your bodies met and felt the heat in his stomach become unbearable. he watched the spot where his cock disappeared into you over and over again, the way your thighs were turning pinker from how relentlessly he kept slamming into you.

“s-shit- you’re perfect. made for me. taking me so good- fuck-” he threw his head back with a whine.

his words mixed together with sloppy kisses and uneven breaths. he didn’t even seem aware of what he was saying anymore. he was just talking, completely out of his mind, like the pleasure was ripping every thought straight out of his chest.

“ji- m’so close…” you panted, your voice broken.

and those words made his cock twitch inside you. he needed to make you cum on his cock while he fucked you. he wanted to push you right to that point where all you could do was cry out his name.

“that’s it- ah… wanna hear you coming, baby… please…” he whimpered against your lips.

the kiss turned messy, chaotic. jisung couldn’t stop, even when you started writhing beneath him from the huge wave of pleasure wrapping around you. jisung let out the most wrecked sound you’d heard from him all night.

and with a couple broken whines and incoherent moans, you came violently. your body tensed, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that jisung stopped completely after hitting your cervix one more time, freezing in place.

your head fell back and your whole body trembled. you could feel jisung’s hands roaming all over you, his devoted, excited gaze fixed on your body.

he’d done all of that. made you feel so good you couldn’t stop moaning his name until the very end. it was like making you cum was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“baby- f-fuck… i’m gonna-!”

all of it made his cock ache, throbbing harder and harder until the orgasm hit when he felt you squeeze him suffocatingly tight one more time.

nothing had ever felt this good, this deep, this overwhelming. there was nothing left for him to do except chase it. he was moaning and whining like every nerve in his body was about to explode.

he came so fast he didn’t even have time to warn you before it happened. he finished completely inside you, cock twitching while he emptied every last drop.

it lasted longer than any time he’d ever touched himself thinking about you.

his cock wouldn’t stop pulsing and spilling, feeling his release slide out of you and onto the sheets beneath. he hissed and moaned, babbling praise that made you stare at him in shock, cheeks burning red while you smiled so hard at how utterly destroyed he looked.

exhaustion finally hit him, making him collapse beside you after carefully pulling out. he immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaving kisses all over your face. all you could do was hum softly and melt into his arms, your tired breathing blending together.

“d-did i… d-did i do good? did you like it?” he asked, searching your eyes for reassurance. “i know i said i could control myself but- you’re… you felt so-” his voice came out fast, nervous.

“jisung,” you murmured, cutting off his rambling. “it was good. more than good.”

you could literally see his eyes light up before he started peppering even more kisses across your face. you could feel his heart-shaped smile against your skin through every soft kiss, relaxed like he’d been waiting for your approval since the second everything started spiraling out of control.

“really?” he asked quietly.

you nodded slightly and that alone was enough to ruin him all over again.

“fuck,” he laughed tiredly before burying his face in your neck. “i was so nervous.”

your laugh vibrated against his chest and jisung immediately pressed another absentminded kiss under your jaw. then another. and another, like he physically couldn’t stop.

“you were right, though,” he murmured against your skin.

“about what?”

“if we actually did it…” he paused for a second, sighing tiredly. “i kinda lost my mind.”

he let out another soft laugh before lifting his head just enough to look at you. his hair was messy, lips swollen, eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion. completely ruined.

and somehow, he was still looking at you like you were his favorite thing in the world.

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬

SEO CHANGBIN x READER GENRE: Boyfriend!Changbin, Established Relationship, Fluff WARNINGS: mentions of feet lol, suggestive, somewhat proofread WC: 2.0k A/N: this idea has been plaguing my mind for days now and I’m so glad I was finally able to write it down. I hope you enjoy this quick, but cute read! 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ── MASTERLIST

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How to tell your boyfriend that the gorgeous most beautiful pair of shoes that he gifted you for your birthday were killing your feet.

You’re grimacing with every step and he’s oblivious.

He looked so excited to see you wear them out on your date tonight too :(

Okay, it was probably all your fault that you landed yourself in this predicament.

Finding yourself smiling through the stinging and throbbing pain of standing on your feet while swaying to the music. Tucked into the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms in some bar you two ended up in after dinner. The live band wasn’t as upbeat as the bass boosted music you’d hear in some nightclub, a mix of jazz and mellow rock, but it was perfect for lovers like you and the few other couples that littered across the small dance floor.

Part of it was enjoyable of course, like his touch, his nose grazing alongside the skin of your throat. A smile pressed onto you so close. And you’d do anything to keep him smiling all giddy in front of you.

If it weren’t for these damn heels, you probably would have enjoyed it even more, even better.

He said you looked so pretty in them, that they sparkled with every step you took and he was glad he caught onto your hints and made the purchase.

They were truly cute, a gorgeous pair that you had discovered weeks ago because your friend had a pair from the same brand. And after scouring the shop website for something that fit your style, you bookmarked it, screenshotted and even saved the link.

Thumb always hovering over the shopping cart icon. 

Now, you’re not the type to be picky about prices, nor do you like to splurge on things on the whim. You do believe in treating yourself every now and then, but you’d already bought that really pricey necklace a month ago and it made no sense to throw more money away so quickly. You’re rational, the budgeting kind who thinks way too much about such ways. Your boyfriend thinks otherwise, but adores that about you in the same breath.

And thinking about your boyfriend, the idea comes easily.

A birthday gift! Though, planned out by yourself, which isn’t unheard of and you’re sure your boyfriend knows you well enough to give you something you’ll like anyway, but he’d asked for a few things you might want a few weeks ago just in case. And even if you knew he was planning on taking you out and making it all a big deal, you decided and started dropping hints before you turn to almost shoving your phone in his face with the sweetest smile.

“Aren’t these so cute?” 

He blinked, taken aback before his gaze focused on the bright screen. A squint, a hum and he nods in agreement, not thinking much of it.

Then you begin to murmur aloud “My birthday’s coming up.”

You feel him falter against his own typing on his phone, head tilting the slightest to meet your gaze.

You smile wide, lean in and press your mouth against his jaw for a kiss before sighing and walking away.

Later you find him squatting before the shoe rack, taking pictures of the sizes of your other shoes, not subtle enough, though he also wasn’t aware that you were spying like some loser either. You said you were going to take a shower, what a liar you were.

Now though…

As you two make your way back out into the night, you fail to bite back, and you whimper. You couldn’t help it. You’ve been swallowing back the painful noises all night and finally it seemed that your feet had enough. 

You stop walking and so does Changbin, head snapping in your direction.

Your eyes grow big instantly with a silent gasp, watching him furrow his brows, concerned expression painting his face. His gaze darts over you, ensuring he wasn’t hurting you somehow with his fingers gripped in yours, before trying to figure out what had made you make such a noise. What had your brows pinch like that. 

Yet before you get to say anything, to pretend it wasn’t a noise of hurt, his eyes finally, finally, flicker down at your feet. At the shoes.

You can almost see the gears shifting in his mind, the way his stare narrowed, pinned at your heels.

“Do-do they hurt?” It’s as if he had a sudden clarity, eyes wide as he gasps.

You attempt to take a step closer, faltering just the slightest from the sting. “No-no-I’m—”

“You’re limping!” He exclaims with the same shock that settled over him.

He’s baffled he didn’t notice, shocked that he thought you were walking slower to savor the night, not because you actually couldn’t walk properly.

His hands grasp at your arms, firm and gentle before he leads you slowly to a bus stop bench just a few extra steps ahead. Thank god.

“You can barely stand straight. Here—“ He doesn’t wait to listen to your retorts, crouching down right there on the pavement to lift one foot over his bent knee, and begins to remove the shoe.

You can’t help but silently exhale an instant sigh of relief, the cool air soothing the sting, while he hisses below, the sight of your blistered and raw skin making him frown.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

His eyes are big, puppy-dog like, glimmering with sympathetic sorrow when he looks up at you.

It makes your heart clench and flutter all at once.

How could you tell him that you didn’t have the strength to watch his excited smile fall? That the sight of him now, sad and on his knees was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

His fingers are warm against your skin, dropping the shoe, the heel clanking against the ground, as if it had personally offended him—though perhaps it had in this moment, before moving to your other foot. This one was less blister-swollen, the skin not as irritated though it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt either.

“You can’t put up with something just because you think I’d be offended. That makes me think I failed somewhere and you don’t trust me enough to express your discomforts.” He mumbles, thumb absentmindedly caressing over the skin of your ankles, to soothe, to reassure.

It’s as if he read your thoughts, easily guessing the reason behind your silence—at least a part of it. He truly did know you so well.

You’re quick to lean forward, your hands clutch his shoulders, head shaking in denial almost vehemently.

“No. No, I’m-I’m sorry, it’s not anything of that sort, I promise.” Your hand finds his jaw, nudging softly to tilt his head back, your eyes locking over his furrowed gaze.

“At first I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, I’ve been feeding you the idea for weeks now.” You let out an airy breath of regretful laughter. 

“Then you seemed so so excited and I was too initially, before I tried them on and they hurt.” 

He frowned, but you’re quick to tighten your hold on him, fingers tugging softly at his earlobe.

“I thought I just have to break them in and they’ll be fine. But obviously…” You trail off with a huff.

You lean in closer, lips brushing over his forehead, wearong the prettiest smile on your lips in hope to placate him.

“It’s okay. I felt pretty in them, I enjoyed receiving them.” You continue until he inhales deeply.

“If you say so.” He muttered with a huff before his gaze cuts sharp over the forgotten pair of shoes.

“But you will not be wearing them any longer tonight.” He is resolute.

“You want me to walk home barefeet?” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, amusement lighting up in your expression.

“I could carry you?” He offered, though with the way you make a face, it’s clear that you’d rather not do that for the next few blocks.

The one time he thought a romantic stroll was a great idea.

“Okay fine, I won’t carry you.” He grumbled, head darting left and right, eyes squinting in the direction of the Main road.

“Hmm, wait here. Five minutes. I’ll be right back.” He promised, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your mouth before he’s standing, towering over you.

You nod and he draped his jacket over you, his eyes flickering down at your bare feet hovering over the ground for a second before he departed. You wave as he glanced back, jogging ahead.

It’s quite late, and you’re not sure what he had in mind, but you’ll be good and wait here. Hissing again, you cross one leg over your other knee to see the damage. You can already imagine the soreness you’ll wake up with in the morning, probably a little more intense than the throbbing sensation you’re feeling now.

You’re sagging against the bench, letting out a deep breath and pulling his jacket tighter around you, trying to keep your mind off of the hot, pulsing sensation of your wounded feet.

And surely enough, five or so minutes later, you’re perking up at the sight of your boyfriend’s return.

“Sorry, I took so long.” He’s breathing a little heavy, your eyes snapping up to him approaching with quick steps. “They were about to close.”

You’re surprised he found some sort of convenience store around here, the plastic bag crinkling as he pulls out a pair of rubber slippers. They’re nothing special, but anything is better than the heels that left you with battle wounds.

There are more items colliding against each other in the bag as he once again crouches to his knees, fingers wrapping around one ankle after the other again to administer some sort of first-aid. The ointment easily soothes the blisters and reddened flesh.

“They didn’t have much. Or I probably wasn’t looking in the right direction.” He chuckled as he rubbed gently.

You can’t help the flutter in your chest, the fondness in your smile as you reach forward to brush away the hairs that fall over his concentrated eyes.

“I love you. Thank you.” Your voice was a soft murmur, touched.

“Anything for you.” He hummed, returning the tug of lips. “I love you.”

The bandaids go one easily, though you can’t help but laugh at the Pororo cartoon characters that decorate them, clearly meant for children but you know your boyfriend thought they were cute and would look even cuter on you, not that he liked you injured of course.

“Can you walk?” He’s helping you shuffle into the slippers, haphazardly shoving the damn heels into the plastic bag. 

“Maybe I should just carry you? It’s just another couple more—”

“It’s fine, babe. Just—” Your arm wraps around his bicep, clutching tightly. 

“Just hold me and let’s enjoy a really slow stroll.”

He sighed as he nodded, lips thinning with a smile. “Okay.”

“Maybe I should’ve gone with the other gift. Though it would’ve probably been more of a gift for me than you.” He voiced after a few minutes of slow trudging.

“What’d you have in mind?” You quirk a brow.

“Lingerie.” He mutters, grinning widely now that you’re visibly less in pain. 

You sputter at that for a second before huffing a laugh. “Probably would’ve hurt less.” 

“You say that as if you don’t complain about soreness the morning after either way—”

“Changbin!” You gasp, scandalized, head darting around the empty surroundings as if someone would’ve overheard.

He cackled, tugging you into him, his lips brushing the side of your face.

“You’re adorable. Though I prefer you limping for other reasons.”

He laughs yet again when you gasp louder, hand swipeing at him with a slap against his chest, not even fazed by your glare.

“You’re so shameless.” You scoff.

Your boyfriend giggles as he nudges into you, easily wiping away the bafflement and eye rolls to garner that sweet smile he loves.

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[starlostjisung]

post workout

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: smut; established relationship

wc: 1.7k

warnings: unprotected sex; shower sex

summary: you get home completely desperate and ruined by a video of your boyfriend in the gym and jeongin realises that very quickly

a/n: that fucking video? i just HAD to do this i’m sorry (i’m not sorry at all)

your keys barely stop shaking before they slide into the lock and the second you enter your apartment, you kick the door shut behind you with enough force to make the frame rattle. your pulse is loud in your ears, so loud you almost miss the muffled sound of water running deeper inside the apartment. you can smell his familiar scent in the air and it hits you straight in your chest.

no, not in your chest, much lower.

you drop your bag onto the floor without care and start walking, your shoes gone by the second step down the hallway. your fingers are already tugging at your t-shirt, impatient and fast, dragging the fabric over your head so fast it nearly catches on your earrings. your phone slips from your hand onto the sofa somewhere beside you, the screen still glowing with the paused video that ruined the last ten minutes of your commute.

jeongin at the gym, sweating, doing god knows what exercise that was, you don’t even know if there was anything else in that video. he was breathing hard, the black t-shirt he was wearing clinging to him in a way that should honestly be illegal.

that fucking video. 

he had posted it on bubble, saying he had gone with chan to the gym, and it only took a few minutes before everyone else started posting it on twitter, screaming about it and going crazy. and of course, it had reached your timeline too, and the moment you saw it, you had to cross your legs tighter on your seat to not come there and then.

but now, you are finally in your apartment, tearing yourself apart in the hallway like you cannot stand having anything between your skin and his hands for another second.

your jeans hit the floor next, then your underwear and finally your bra. a trail of clothes follows behind you all the way to the bathroom while steam curls through the open door, and the moment you see his silhouette through the glass, your heartbeat turns frantic.

his broad shoulders.

his wet hair as he tilts his head back.

you don’t even knock, and when the shower door slides open, jeongin looks up immediately. his eyes drag down your body, slowly, devouring you already, and his reaction is instant.

“fuck”, he says, and that word alone nearly takes your knees out.

his hands are on your hips before the door fully closes again, gripping hard enough to pull you flush against him, wet skin against wet skin as the water hits your body.

“you ran here or something?”, he says, smirking.

you shake your head once, your fingers already sliding into his damp hair, pushing it back and gripping at the roots while water steams down his face. his eyes flutter for the briefest second at the feeling and he lets a groan leave his lips.

“you saw it, didn’t you?”, he says.

the smirk in his voice makes heat rush straight through you and you glare at him.

“everyone saw it, jeongin”

he laughs under his breath, and looks at you, his eyes dark and teasing.

“you jealous, babe?”

“no”, you answer, though your voice comes out breathless, “just annoyed”

“annoyed?”

“yeah, because people got to look at you before i did”

his grip on your hips tightens and then, everything changes. your back hits the shower wall a second later, making a gasp leave your mouth as jeongin crowds into you completely, already hard and solid and dripping wet. water runs down the sharp line of his jaw, over his throat and across the muscles still tense from the gym, and you swear your brain stops functioning for a second.

“oh really?”, he says, completely teasing you.

but before he can say anything else, you are already kissing him, hard and fast. his mouth opens against yours instantly, one of his hands sliding from your hip up your waist while the other presses against the small of your back, pinning you close enough that you can feel every breath he takes.

your lips clash messily and desperately against each other as you tug at his hair and he groans into your mouth. 

“oh fuck… y/n”, he whispers between kisses, his forehead knocking against yours for a second before he kisses you again, much harder and deeper this time, like he finally understands exactly what kind of mood you walked in carrying.

the exact same mood he had started.

your nails scrape against his scalp and his fingers dig into your hips as water pours endlessly over your bodies. his fingers move and then tighten on your thighs suddenly and before you can even react properly, he lifts you effortlessly. you jump and then you wrap your legs around his waist while his hands hold you there securely, his palms warm and firm against your skin despite the water pouring over both of you.

“jeongin-”

he cuts you off with another kiss, deep and consuming, stealing every coherent thought from your head. your fingers stay tangled in his wet hair while he presses your back against the wall again, pressing you there like he can’t get close enough. every inch of him feels hot against your body, his breathing uneven against your lips every time you pull away for air.

then his mouth leaves yours and a groan slips from you as his kisses drag down your jaw and across your throat. he knows exactly what he’s doing, judging by the way his grip flexes against your thighs when you tilt your head back for him.

“been thinking about this the whole ride home?”, he says against your neck.

you barely manage a shaky nod and a needy whine.

“that video ruined you that bad, huh?”

you pull him back up by his hair just to kiss him again instead of answering and he just groans into your mouth, breathless and just as affected as you are. he breaks the kiss again to drag his mouth down your jaw and throat, sucking hard at the sensitive spot on your neck. a scream tears from your chest when he bites down there and then soothes the sting with his tongue. 

his lips keep moving lower and lower, licking at the water beading on your collarbone and your chest until he starts sucking your nipple, his tongue flicking against it. you arch into him as your hips grind against his stomach where his cock is trapped between your bodies, thick and heavy.

you can’t take it anymore.

your hand slides from his hair to his jaw, forcing his face up and you crash your lips back into his. as you kiss, you reach down between your bodies and your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. 

he hisses into your mouth as his hips jerk forward and then, you line him up with your entrance and he pushes inside you in one thrust. you both let out a broken and loud moan that melds into the other’s mouth. your head falls back against the wall, your eyes squeezing shut as he stays there for a moment, letting you adjust.

“move”, you whisper when you’re ready, your voice cracking, “please, m-move”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

he pulls out slowly, agonisingly slow, until only the tip remains and then he slams back in hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. a cry escapes you, your legs tightening around his waist as he starts moving faster and your moans turn into broken screams of his name.

“y/n… fuck, you feel so good”

his mouth is everywhere - on your neck as he sucks bruises into your skin, on your chest as he bites your breasts, on your ears as he bites and licks, on your lips as he swallows your whimpers. your fingers move to his hair again where they stay buried as you try to tug him and pull him even closer to you, even if that’s not possible. 

the pressure inside you keeps building and you can feel him getting closer too, his rhythm getting sloppier and his breath turning into ragged gasps against your throat.

“fuck- y/n, i- i’m close”, he grunts, his forehead against yours now.

“m-me too”, you manage to say between moans.

he kisses you again, deep and messy, and that’s what makes you finally break. your orgasm hits you like a wave crashing through you, your walls clenching around him as you moan against his mouth. he follows you a second later, his groan vibrating against your lips as he comes inside you, his cum spilling hot and thick, filling you as the water washes over both of you. 

for a long moment afterwards, neither of you moves and the only sound left in the bathroom is the shower running and both of you trying to catch your breath. jeongin moves his forehead to your shoulder, still holding you up effortlessly while his fingers trace lazy patterns along your thighs now instead of gripping hard.

you laugh quietly first, completely breathless.

“this is your fault”, you say laughing.

he lifts his head just enough to look at you, his damp hair stuck to his forehead and his lips completely swollen from kissing you.

“my fault?”, he asks you innocently.

“you knew exactly what you were doing with that video”

a grin spreads slowly across his face. 

“maybe”

you stare at him for a moment before you groan and hide your face against his shoulder, making him laugh properly this time. then his hands slide up your back gently, completely different now to the way he was holding you mere minutes ago. 

“you still annoyed, babe?”, he asks you.

you pull back just enough to narrow your eyes at him, “very much”

he smiles and then moves to kiss you again, slower this time.

“good”, he whispers against your lips.

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[hyunienohanashi]

── .✦ you give another guy his phone number.

⟢ ┆ stray kids x reader. ot8. established relationship. explicit.

⟢ author’s note: hello!! i don’t have much to say this time other than this was a request and i had lots of fun writing it. i hope you guys enjoy<3

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He Calls you Clingy - Seo Changbin

Changbin x FemReader

Trigger Warnings: Cussing, hospitalization, weightlifting injury, appearance of San and Wooyoung from Ateez (Not really a trigger warning), groveling, sickening fluff from Changbin,

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: You and Changbin had been best friends but realized that there was something more between you. Years down the road you are now his fiancé and you want to treat him and the boys to a homemade meal, but Changbin is having an off day and he gets upset with you. He takes his anger and stress out on you, when you get upset you try to work out to feel better but end up injuring yourself. Changbin tries to make it up to you at first but you don't let him, it takes you over a month before you even think about forgiving him. In the end do you forgive him or will that be the end of your relationship?

Screenshots: 1

Photos aren't mine except for the screenshot, credit goes to the photographers

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin

When I had first met Changbin, I never thought that he and I would be anything more than friends. We had met as kids, quickly becoming best friends, stuck to each other like glue. When he left to train as a trainee I was heartbroken but I knew that it was something that he always wanted and it was something that I would without a doubt support him in. The day he left, I was going to tell him how I felt but I knew that I couldn’t put him in that position. I couldn’t drop that on him right as he had to go and deal with something that would

be extremely stressful. So I waited, standing on the sidelines as his best friend, watching as he became closer with the other members of Stray Kids, as he dated when the dating ban was dropped and I didn’t let him see that each time he was with someone new it broke me. But it all hit a turning point when I had dealt with an abusive relationship and turned to him for help. I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself anymore and had finally told him how I felt. I didn’t know if he would feel the same or not but I couldn’t keep it to myself, I needed him to at least know. To my surprise he felt the same and that was why all of his relationships never ended up working out. That was three years ago and just over a year ago Changbin had asked me to marry him. I knew that I would do anything and everything to make sure that Changbin had everything that he could ever want in life and I knew that he would do the same for me. 

Present:

With Changbin and I’s wedding coming up soon, both he and I were thankful that he had a break from tour for a few months before their second leg. I was thankful that for right now I didn’t have to continue to plan the wedding on my own, yes I did have the help of a wedding planner but it still wasn’t the same without Changbin there with me. I knew that he hated being away from me while I was doing this but he didn’t have a choice. We tried our best with the time differences and called when he could so that he could feel included in the planning. When they go to South America and North America, I plan to go with them since my job allows me to work remotely and for the most part the rest of the wedding planning can be done over the phone. 

When I had told Changbin that I would be able to go with him, the look of pure excitement on his face was priceless. He had always said that whenever I was able to travel with him that it eased his stress levels and so the fact that I would be with him for close to three months while he was touring would be extremely helpful for his stress. I knew that even before I told Binnie that I needed to clear it with their managers and Chan, and thankfully as long as I stayed out of the way for the most part they were completely fine with me coming along. They even asked if I could take some behind the scene photos for them when possible since my job was a photographer. 

Recently, while the guys had been getting ready to leave for the next leg of the tour Changbin had been more antsy and more short tempered. I tried to not hold it against him but sometimes it was hard, especially when all I wanted was his comfort but he just wanted to be left alone. I knew he was stressed, so I tried to pull back more and rely on him less for the comfort that I used to seek from him, just so that I wouldn’t stress him out more. I didn’t tell him that I was stressed about traveling with him now that news of our engagement was out. His fans had been somewhat supportive when they found out that we were dating but when they found out that we were going to get married their support switched and they began to send hate, claiming that I wasn’t enough for him and that I would never be enough for him. I knew that I wasn’t as talented as him, and that my career wasn’t as important as his but I tried my best to be what he needed and I wished that his fans could see that. Not that I would ever tell him this, but sometimes I wonder if marrying him is the right choice, sometimes I wonder if I should let him find someone that his fans would like better, someone that is better suited for him than I am. 

Chan knows about the hate that I get and says that I should tell Changbin but I can’t find it in myself to add more stress into his life right now. I know at some point I need to tell him but right now is not that time. One thing that helps me feel closer to Binnie is working out with him, for me it’s not about staying in shape or gaining muscle, it’s about spending that quality time with him. But the last few times that Binnie and I have gone to work out, things have felt different. He has seemed to want to go off and do his own thing, not wanting to spend the time to make sure that my form is correct and that I won’t hurt myself. I try to not let it get to me but I am also scared that if I use the wrong form I’ll end up hurting myself and I’ve tried to tell Changbin about this but he tells me that I have nothing to worry about because even though he isn’t right next to me he is still keeping an eye on me. It should make me feel relieved but it doesn’t, I want it to go back to the way it used to be, where he would help me work out and then when my short work out was finished I would sit and watch him work out. Now it’s almost like we aren’t even actually working out together, we just show up to the gym together and leave together, otherwise everything else is done separately. 

It had been a few days since Changbin and I had gone to the gym and I had barely seen him in passing due to them having a comeback coming up. I knew that they were busy but I also knew that he always made time for the gym. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask him if I could join him at the gym tomorrow, when he gets home tonight since I knew he would be there tomorrow anyways. 

Later that Night:

I tried to stay up until Binnie got home but I ended up falling asleep on the couch before he got home. When I heard the front door close, I noticed that it was close to 2 in the morning. I knew that he said it would be late but I didn’t realize that it would be this late when he got home. I quickly jumped up, ready to greet him, excited to see him even if it was just for a little while but when I came face to face with him, the look on his face told me all that I needed to know. Whatever they were recording at the studio today must not have gone well because he looked tired and angry and when he saw that I was still awake his usual bright and happy demeanor was nowhere to be seen. 

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, clearly annoyed that I was awake.

“I wanted to wait for you, I feel like I’ve barely seen you the last few days. I know you’ve been busy preparing for the upcoming comeback.” “Yeah, I have been busy. I can’t be at your every beck and call.” “I don’t expect you to be Binnie, I just wanted to stay up to spend a little time with you tonight while you got ready for bed.” “Well just go to bed, I still have more work that I need to get done.” “But it’s already so late. Shouldn’t you get some sleep?”

“Y/n. Stop. I don’t need you to worry about me, you are not my mother. I can worry about myself, and if you can’t back the fuck off then I will stay at the dorms until this comeback is over.” “I’m sorry.” I take a sharp inhale, not expecting him to get this angry at me, I know that I can’t ask now if he wants to go to the gym tomorrow. 

I don’t give any other response other than I’m sorry, I slowly head up to our room. Trying my best to keep my breathing even and the tears at bay until I’m in our room but it doesn’t work very well and I have to pause in the hallway to catch my breath to prevent myself from breaking out into sobs. As soon as I get myself back under control I rush into our usually shared bedroom and climb into the cold bed, knowing that he more than likely won’t be coming to bed tonight, working on the comeback until he has to go back into the studio with Chan and Han. I try to take slow breaths but slowly they come out as sobs and soon I am crying myself to sleep, wondering if things will ever go back to normal. 

The next Morning:

I want today to be a better day, maybe yesterday was just an off day for Binnie and he didn’t mean what he said. I know him and the rest of the guys have busy schedules but it wouldn’t hurt for me to bring in lunch for them and see Binnie for a little while. I quickly prepared everything for all of the boys before heading to the JYP building, excited to see Binnie and the rest of the guys. Thankfully the front desk ladies knew who I was and quickly let me in, wishing me a good day. It's nice to have such friendly people here.

When I get up to the floor where the boys are, I can hear them practicing hard for their main track. When I peek into the practice room I can see that they are all dancing hard and seem to have been dancing for the better part of the morning. It would be good for all of them to take a break and eat a decent meal. Felix is the first person to notice me looking into the room, he doesn’t say anything but his smile breaks out and soon the rest of the guys notice as well. When Changbin noticed me, I thought that maybe he would also be excited to see me but he barely looked my way. 

“Y/nnie, what are you doing here?” Felix asks excitedly as soon as the song ends.

“I brought you all some lunch, I figured you all might enjoy a home cooked meal.” “That’s so sweet of you.” Han calls across the room, taking a break from drinking his water.

“I wanted to do something for you all, I know how hard all of you are working for this comeback.” “Y/n, it’s very sweet that you brought food. But are you planning on staying long, we have more work to do.” Changbin asks, sounding almost annoyed.

“I was going to stay to eat with you all, but if there’s too much that you all have to do. I can leave you to eat.”

“That would be better, and next time please text before you decide to just drop by.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that I was causing trouble.”

“Y/n, of course you aren’t causing any trouble. Bin, she can stay to eat, we can take a long enough break to eat and chat with her.” Channie butt’s in, trying to make the awkward conversation less awkward.

“No, no Channie, it’s ok.”

I don’t wait for a response from any of them, deciding that it would be better to save myself the embarrassment and just leave. It’s obvious that Changbin is still in his mood from last night and I don’t want to make it worse. I was so in my own head that I didn’t hear Changbin follow me out of the dance studio, it wasn’t until he grabbed my arm that I noticed he was there. 

“Why did you come here without asking if it was ok first?”

“Binnie, I really didn’t think that it would be an issue. It wasn’t an issue in the past.” “Well it’s an issue now.” “Look, Binnie. I’m sorry that I showed up here without confirming first with you, that it was ok. I didn’t mean to upset you, that wasn’t my intention at all. Maybe after a gym session together, things will feel better, yea?” “Jesus y/n. First you waited for me last night, then you showed up at my job unannounced, and now you want to encroach on my gym time. Why can you not get the hint that I want my gym time back, there is a reason that I go off and do my own thing now. I understand that you told me you were clingy when we first started dating, and I know I said I liked that but Jesus this isn’t clingy, this is borderline obsessive.”

“I’m sorry Binnie, I’ll give you back your gym time. I didn’t realize that you didn’t want me there with you anymore.” “You are so clingy y/n that I don’t even know if I want this marriage with you anymore. I cannot handle this right now, until the comeback is finished and out, I’m staying at the dorm.”

Before I can even respond to him, he’s turned away from me and walking back into the practice room. I don’t know how long I stood there in shock before slowly making my way back to our shared apartment. I knew that they still had a few months left of preparing for the comeback, which meant that if Changbin was serious, he would be staying at the dorms for the next few months. In a fog I decided that I wanted to be helpful for him, and pack a few of the clothes that I thought he might want, saving him the trouble of having to do so himself. 

When I finished packing those things for him, I texted Chan to let him know that the few bags were ready to be picked up whenever. I couldn’t stay in that apartment, the heartbreak of Changbin calling me clingy and telling me that he didn’t know whether or not he still wanted to marry me was eating me alive. I decided to do the one thing that allowed me to feel close to him, even when he wasn’t near. 

I threw on my gym clothes and slowly made my way to the gym, it still felt like I was in a fog. The main thing that I worked on in the gym was my arms and my legs. Today I knew that I would get the most relief from my upper body, so I began to set up my weights to begin my upper body workout. I had my headphones in and wasn’t paying attention to who was around me, I wasn’t paying good attention to what weights I was grabbing. If I had paid attention I would have seen that the weights that I grabbed were too heavy for my ability. I grab the weights and begin to try and do presses, it’s a little harder than I remember but I ignore it and continue to press through. I get about halfway through my second set when I begin to really feel the burn of it. I know that I should stop and go down to a lower weight but I don’t want to think about anything and if I stop doing that I know that I will think about Changbin. If I stopped to change the weights, I’d see that a concerned San and Wooyoung, two of Changbins friends, were watching me struggle with the weight. I begin to press up again when I feel a sickening crack in my left bicep, I lose all control over my arm and drop the weight, an excruciating pain overtakes my body and I collapse. 

San and Wooyoung rush over when they notice that I collapsed, I try to tell them that I’m fine and that they can go back to their workout but neither of them listen. San quickly clears the weights from around me while Wooyoung tries his best to make sure that I’m ok. 

“Jesus y/n are you ok?” Wooyoung asks, trying his best to check me over and see what’s wrong.

“Why doesn’t he want me anymore?” I practically sob.

“What are you talking about y/n, who doesn’t want you?” San asks as he kneels next to Wooyoung.

“Changbin.” “What are you on about? Of course he wants you, he loves you.” Wooyoung tries to comfort me.

“I really don’t think that he does anymore. Not based on what he said today and how he acted today.” “Let's get you to the hospital, the pain is making you say untrue things. I know Changbin and he loves you.” San responds.

Before I can respond to either of them I pass out from the pain. The next time that I woke up, San was sitting next to me while the nurse was checking my vitals. By the looks of it, it was somewhat late because the sun had set. I didn’t know where Wooyoung went, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the fact that my relationship with Changbin was over. He no longer wanted to be with me, and I don’t think any amount of convincing will change his mind. 

“I’m glad to see that you are awake.” San said as soon as he noticed that I was awake.

“What happened?”

“You passed out from the pain, you lifted too much weight and ended up breaking your arm. We tried to call Changbin but he didn’t answer so I stayed here with you while Wooyoung went to go get him and tell him what happened.” “You shouldn’t have done that. He’s preparing for a comeback, he doesn’t want to be disturbed. That’s the whole reason he’s staying at the dorms instead of at home with me.” “He’s been staying at the dorms?”

“He said he’s going to. This morning, or at least I think that it was this morning. What day is it?”

“It’s the same day.” “He told me this afternoon, when I dropped lunch off for them that I should have called and asked if it was ok. And I should have known that the gym was his time, and when he stopped helping me, that I should have realized that I wasn’t wanted there during his gym sessions anymore.” “I don’t think he meant it y/n.”

“San, he said that he didn’t know if he wanted to marry me anymore.” “Whoa.”

Wooyoung’s POV:

With San staying with y/n until she woke up, I knew that I had to rush to the JYP building to find Changbin to get him to the hospital. We tried to text and call him but he didn’t respond to either and I did try to call one of the other guys but they also didn’t answer. I was almost to their building when San texted me, letting me know that Changbin might not be too happy to be bothered right now, and he also told me about what he said to y/n. I know that I don’t know her very well, but she’s always been super sweet and super caring and has done absolutely nothing to warrant his harsh words. 

Thankfully the front desk ladies let me in without much effort, just a quick hello and telling them that I was there to see Changbin and they were more than happy to let me through. I really wasn’t happy with what he had said to y/n, if you love your partner, you don’t say something like that to them. The first member that I saw of Stray Kids was Felix and Seungmin, both boys were surprised to see me. 

“Wooyoung? What are you doing here?” Felix was the first to recover from the shock of seeing me in their building.

“I’m looking for Changbin, do you know where he is?”

“Umm, last I saw him he was in the recording studio with Han and Chan.” Seungmin answered.

“Perfect, would you mind showing me where that is?”

“Oh, uh yeah sure. Why are you looking for him though?” Felix asked, as we began to walk towards the recording studio.

“It’s about y/n.” “Is she ok?” Seungmin asked, from what I knew he was pretty close to her.

“She had an accident and is at the hospital. Don’t worry, I didn’t leave her there alone. San is with her.”

“What happened?” Both boys ask simultaneously.

“She tried to lift too heavy of a weight and ended up breaking her arm.” “What!?” Both boys seemed mortified.

“She’s ok, they did have to bring her into surgery to repair the break but she was out of surgery and stable when I left.” “Let's get you up to changbin. He’ll be worried about her, and the fact that he wasn’t there when he finds out about what happened.”

I don’t want them to think badly of their Hyung so I don’t mention the fact that he told her that he doesn’t want to go to the gym with her anymore and that he doesn’t know if he wants to marry her anymore. My whole goal here is to get Changbin to the hospital, not turn his members against him. But if he doesn’t get his shit together and realize that his words will actually push her away, he might actually lose her for good. I want them to both be happy, but I don’t want y/n to suffer because Changbin is being an idiot. 

When we get to the studio that the three boys are working in, I can hear them laughing and I can clearly tell that they are completely unaware of what happened to y/n. Honestly that pisses me off because while she’s in the hospital thinking that Changbin doesn’t want her, he’s over here laughing and having a jolly good time with his friends. 

“Thank you boys, I’ve got it from here.” “Are you sure?” Felix asks, seemingly unsure.

“Yea, don’t worry.” with that I turn away from the two younger boys and enter the recording studio without knocking.

“Wooyoung? What are you doing here?” Chan asks when he notices me standing by the door.

“I’m here for Changbin.” “Why are you here for me?” “Because, apparently you lack the ability to pay attention to your phone.”

“We’ve been working so I haven’t been looking at it. Why is something wrong?”

“Yeah, it’s y/n.” “Jesus, she dragged you into this whole thing now too?” “She didn’t do anything. She couldn’t.” “She couldn’t?” “You don’t even realize what you are doing, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Chan, Han, you might want to stand between us because he is pissing me off.” “What is going on, Wooyoung. Wooyoung can you please explain?” Chan asks as he steps in between Changbin and I.

“Y/n, believes that Changbin doesn’t want her anymore. Believes that he doesn’t want to marry her anymore.” “What, why on earth would she think that? Binnie absolutely adores her.”

“Why don’t you tell them what you told her Changbin.” I almost sneer at him, trying to contain my anger.

“What is he talking about?” Han asks.

“I-I.” “Go on, tell them. If you don’t, I will.” “I got upset with her, when she came to drop off lunch for us.”

“Got upset, how exactly?” Chan asks, trying to get more information.

“I said some things that I shouldn’t have.” “No. You need to clarify exactly what you said to her.”

“I-I called her clingy.” He looks down at the ground ashamed.

“What else?”

“I told her that she was borderline obsessive, and that she kept encroaching on my gym time. And even after she tried to apologize, I told her that I wasn’t sure if I still wanted to marry her.” “Jesus Christ Changbin, what the fuck.” Han looks at him mortified.

“Why the hell would you say that to her?” Chan asks, looking completely disappointed in him.

“That’s not all, I told her that until the comeback was done and out, I would be staying at the dorms.”

“That explains why I got a text from her telling me that you had a few bags that could be picked up.” Chan responded.

“You don’t deserve her Changbin, but I'm telling you this anyways. She was extremely distraught after what you said to her and decided to go to the gym by herself, where she proceeded to lift weights that were too heavy and she didn’t listen to her body. The weight snapped the bone in her arm, Changbin.” “What?”

“She’s in the hospital because she broke her arm.” “No. She knows to listen to her body's limits, she would know to not push it.” “No Changbin, she wouldn’t. Not when she’s distraught and heartbroken. Searching for any form of relief from the pain that you caused.”

“I-I didn’t mean to.” “Well you did. So you need to choose. Either you come to the hospital and try and salvage what’s left of your relationship or stay here. But I am going back to the hospital.” WIth that I turn to leave the room, I don’t wait to see whether or not he joins me.

Your POV:

San does his best to try and distract me from the fact that Changbin isn’t here. Part of me thought that maybe, just maybe he would be here after he heard about what happened but I knew that it was just wishful thinking. I wanted to tell San to go home but I knew that he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t want to leave me alone, when all I want right now is to be alone. I don’t know how long it’s been that San and I have been sitting in silence when we hear a knock on the door. San gets up to see who it was, I can hear whoever was at the door and San having a quiet conversation. San looks back at me, then back to the door before closing it quietly and walking over to the bed.

“Y/n, Wooyoung just told me that Changbin is here out in the hallway. He wants to see you.” “He’s here? Why is he here?” “Apparently Wooyoung somehow convinced him to come here.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he is here.” “He wants to talk to you.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/n, you don’t have to talk to him.”

“I owe it to him to end things officially with me, I can’t just assume that he’s ending things.”

“You don’t know that he’s ending things.” “He doesn’t want to marry me anymore.”

San doesn’t know how to respond so instead he just turns to go and get Changbin. I try my best to prepare myself for what’s about to happen but I know that I will never be ready to no longer wake up to Changbin. To his goofy personality, to his random singing, so his warm hugs and late night cuddles. 

“Y/n, thank god you’re ok.” Changbin said as soon as he saw me.

“Why are you here?”

“I came as soon as I heard about what happened. Why wouldn’t I be here, you’re my fiancé.” “Am I? Because after this afternoon, you made it pretty obvious where I stand with you.” “No, no. I was wrong and I didn’t mean it.”

“No Changbin, you did mean it. You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t mean it.” “I was stressed and I took that stress out on you. I swear that I didn’t mean it y/n, of course I still want to marry you.” “Changbin, I don’t know. What you said really hurt.”

“I swear that I didn’t mean it.”

“Changbin, I can’t do this right now. I need time.”

“I can give you time, just please, I beg of you don’t end things. Let me prove to you that I’m sorry, whenever you are ready, let me prove to you that I am sorry.” “I don’t know yet, Changbin.”

Three Weeks Later: 

For the last three weeks Changbin has been giving me the space that I’ve asked for, but I could still feel his presence. He would leave things for me at my front door, food and supplies that he thought that I might want or need. I wanted to tell him to stop but at the same time I really appreciated it, but I definitely wouldn’t tell him that. I didn’t want to give him any hint that I might forgive him, because he still hadn’t earned my forgiveness. 

San and Wooyoung made it an everyday thing to come over and check on me, see if I needed anything or wanted anything. They also made sure to keep Changbin from bothering me too much, not anymore than he already was. I did really appreciate them coming over and helping me because it was super hard for me to cook, normally Changbin was the one who did the cooking and I washed the dishes but without him here I was left to try and cook for myself. It wasn’t easy to cook with only one arm, I knew that I should try and ask for more help but I also didn’t want to be a burden to more people. I decided to bite the bullet and ask someone I knew would jump at the first chance to help me right now. 

The Next Day: 

The next day in the middle of the afternoon I heard a knock on my door. I was hesitant to open it because I knew that it was Changbin and this would be the first time that I saw him since I was in the hospital. When I opened the door, he had multiple bags full of supplies to cook for me. He was trying his best to hide his smile when he saw me but he wasn’t doing a very good job at it, even though I didn’t want it to it made my own heart flutter. 

“Y/n, how are you feeling? How’s your arm feeling?” Changbin asks, as I let him in.

“I’m feeling ok, my arm aches sometimes but it’s feeling ok most of the time.”

“Are you taking anything for the pain?”

“There isn’t much that I can take for the pain actually, but I do take some Tylenol to try and ease the pain a little.” “Does it help?”

“A little, but the doctors said that it would ache for a while.” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. This never should have happened.” “There’s nothing that can be done about it now Changbin. All I can do now is deal with it.” “Still, I should have just been honest with you but instead I was an ass and I was petty and it resulted in you getting injured.” “Changbin, there were a lot of things that should have been done differently. But this wasn’t your fault, it was mine because I shouldn’t have gone to work out when I was upset. If I had waited, I would have known to listen to my body and knew that the weight was too much for me.”

“No! I should have never gotten mad at you for wanting to eat with us and I should want to work out with you because I always want to spend time with you. Being stressed from work is no excuse to treat you the way that I did, you never deserved that. And I will forever be sorry for that.”

“No, I should have known better to ask before just showing up and I should have known that the gym was your ‘you’ time.”

“You can come to the studio whenever you want y/n, come to the gym with me, spend time with me. Please, I beg you to cling to me. These last three weeks have felt like hell for me, I never want to go through this again. I hate that I treated you the way that I did, I love you more than anything and I can’t believe that I treated you that way.”

“Changbin, I-”

“No, I am so sorry.” Before I can even respond he’s hugging me. I don’t know what to say to him, so I just do my best to lightly hug him back. 

Two weeks later:

I tried my best to continue to stay mad at Changbin but he continued to show me how sorry he was. No matter how much he continued to show that he was sorry, part of me was scared to let him back in because what if it happened again, what if he went back to how he was before? I don’t want to be treated that way again, but late at night part of me missed him so much. I missed how he would hold me close to him, I missed how he would laugh at my dumb jokes and make me feel like the most special girl in the world. I love him more than anything, but I’m scared that he’s only acting like this so that I’ll forgive him. Even though I’m scared, I want to trust him, I want to trust that he’s sincere and isn’t doing this just so that I’ll forgive him. I’m so in my head that I don’t hear the knocking on the door until there’s almost pounding, when I open the door, I see a panicked Changbin.

“Are you ok? You weren’t answering the door.” “I’m ok, I’ve just been out of it today.” “Is something wrong, do you want to talk about it?” “I guess I’m just scared.” “Scared about what?”

“That this is all fake, that it’ll all change if I do forgive you.”

“Oh y/n. I know that I wasn’t the partner that I should have been in the past, but I can promise you, if you do end up forgiving me I will do everything in my power to show you everyday how sorry I am and how much I love you. I regret it everyday how I treated you, I should have cherished you more, should have loved you more.”

“I- I don’t know what to say Changbin.” “You don’t need to say anything. I love you and I didn’t show you that properly.” “I’m scared. I’m so scared Changbin.” “I know baby, I know. But I promise, I will never, ever treat you that way again.” “Changbin.”

“Jagi, I promise on my life that I will never treat you like this again. I don’t want to lose you, I almost lost you from my stupidity.” He pulls me into him, holding me tightly but making sure to watch out for my arm. 

“This is the only other chance that I will give you Changbin, don’t fuck up again.” “I swear on everything that I love, I will not fuck up again. I cannot live without you, it felt like life wasn’t worth living when I wasn’t with you.” He leans in to kiss me. 

I know that things won’t be perfect between us, not for a long while but I know that slowly things will get better as long as we both work at it. We both made mistakes that caused us to have issues, not one person was solely at fault for this, we both were at fault. But we love each other enough to know that we want to make it work. 

That night, as we both lay in bed I know that we are on the right track to our path of happiness. Changbin has his arm wrapped around me while my head is resting on his chest, making sure to not bother my arm. We talked about our days and what we wanted to do tomorrow since we both had the day off, a rare occurrence for Changbin. It felt nice to finally be back in his arms after over a month of barely seeing him and not getting to be in his arms. 

Epilogue:

It’s been three months since I forgave Changbin, and he has made an effort everyday to show me that he is sorry and will never treat me that way again. Changbin let me know that he would be at the studio today and would be there for most of the day. I wanted to surprise him and the boys with a homemade lunch since I knew they all had a bad habit of forgetting to eat. Except for Changbin, that man loved to eat and would probably rather die before forgetting to eat. 

I was scared to show up at the JYP building because the last time that I did, things didn’t go smoothly and I didn’t see Changbin for a month. I took a deep breath and packed up the meal that I prepared for the boys and myself, excited to see them and my fiancé. I wanted to let Changbin know that I would be coming but he had let me know that they wouldn’t be on his phone at all, so there was no point in letting him know. 

When I showed up to the building, the front desk ladies immediately let me in and thankfully helped me with the elevator since my arms were full. I was thankful that I had my cast removed the month before, otherwise I would have really struggled with bringing them food. When I finally got up to the practice room, I could hear the boys practicing to one of their new songs, one that I hadn’t heard before. When I knocked on the door, it took a few seconds before I heard the music pause and then the door finally opened and I saw Chan standing there looking slightly confused. He opened the door wider for me, letting me in and when Changbin saw me, he rushed over taking the food out of my arms. 

“Jagi, what are you doing here?” “I wanted to bring you all lunch, I thought you’d want homemade food.” “You made us lunch?” Minho asks, finally coming over.

“I did, I had the day off. So I cooked, and I wanted to see Binnie.” “Aww Jagi, did you miss me?” Changbin teases me.

“Of course I did.”

“Ew. Gross.” Hyunjin jokes. 

“Oh grow up Hyune.” I tease him right back, Binnie watches me interact with all of the boys, with loving eyes. 

“Jagi, let’s eat. I’m sure you’re hungry, I know that I am.” Binnie leads me over to the food. 

“I am hungry, let’s eat before it gets even more cold.” The boys soon are digging into the food, before I can sit down on the couch Binnie is pulling me down onto his lap. I let out a squeak of surprise, not expecting him to do that. I don’t fight him on it, knowing that he will throw a small fit if I try to get up and sit next to him, and the rest of the boys don’t seem all that bothered by the fact of it. My earlier hesitation about coming is gone, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of love from both Changbin and the boys. I know that everything will be ok. I know that everything between Changbin and I will be ok, I know that he will never treat me the way that he did again. I have him and the boys, life will be happy and good, with the support of everyone. When lunch was over, I knew that the boys had to get back to work so I prepared to leave. I was prepared to walk out by myself but to my surprise Changbin was ready to walk me out. 

“Don’t you need to get back to practice?”

“What kind of fiacné would I be if I didn’t walk you out?”

“I’ll be ok baby, you need to get back to practice.” “Nonsense.”

“Baby, I’m walking you out whether or not you want me to.” “Fine, I’m not taking the blame if you get in trouble though.” “I love you Jagi, I told you that this time will be different.” “I love you too baby.”

I love Changbin, I didn’t want him to get in trouble for walking me out of the building but it seemed like he was going to do it no matter what. He was right, things were different already, different than they were previously. There was a good difference and I was happy with the way that things had changed, both of us seemed happier than we were before, it seemed like this would be a happier marriage when the day finally came. We truly loved each other and would do whatever it took to make each other happy.

Taglist:

@vietjeb, @riri53

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Hwang Hyunjin | Han Jisung | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin

[minhosglasses]

Cause I'm your home - Changbin

plot: you get hired as a nanny to watch changbin's daughter and life suddenly turns around for you, but what he doesn't know is that you are actually broke and living in your car. a lifestyle you can't let him know about as you can't lose the one thing good in your life, him and his daughter.

pairing: single dad! changbin x fem! reader

genre: angst, single dad x nanny

word count: 5k

warnings: mentions of domestic violence in relationship, reader refuses help bc they feel like they’re not enough, or falling back into hold damaging habits

a/n: finally a changbin one!!! btw don't forget i have a request ask, sometimes I don't know what to write lmao

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You had not planned for your life to turn out this way. You had everything, you knew you had everything figured out. Your apartment, a full time job and you had a lovely boyfriend. Or at least so you had thought. It started when you fought with him once, and even if you thought it was just one argument they eventually turned into two, then three and soon it turned into an everyday thing. You thought you could handle it, that soon that nightmare would disappear and you would finally go back to the wonderful relationship you had. But then he decided to put his hands on you, and that’s when you knew you had to run. 

What came next was your work, your now ex boyfriend had been looking for you and caused a scene. And somehow everything turned and you lost the job as well. You couldn’t figure out what strings he pulled to make this happen, but you knew his goal was to ruin your life now that you left him and “made him look bad”. The last part was your apartment, early in the relationship he had moved in with you which meant that his name was put on the lease. Yet when you described everything to your landlord that he had to go, even your scum landlord of a man decided to put the man in the relationship first since he paid better. 

There was nothing left. You only had yourself, your savings and your car that now turned into your home. Your boxes with clothes and your stuff was in the trunk and in the backseat you had blankets and pillows laid out to create a bed. And this was it. This was your new life, all after meeting one wrong person in your life. But you wanted to believe that everything would turn around. 

Your car had turned into your home for a while now, and with job hunting you were not lucky. Some jobs were too little pay, yet you told them you’d take them anyways. But the rejections kept filling your mailbox together with rejected phone calls, places not hiring or just bad first impressions if you did walk-ins. How could anyone be this unlucky? 

Now you only had one chance left, you were gripping the steering wheel in the empty parking lot. Your hands are sweaty again from being nervous for an interview you got. It was the first one in a while that had gotten back to you, and with this luck you had to nail it. The car was parked and the special thing about this one was that it wasn’t in a company, café, restaurant or anything like that. It was in the man’s home, meaning you couldn’t just park your car, or more your home, outside of HIS home. 

You had been able to get in contact with a man who was looking to babysit his daughter while he was at work. Which meant a mostly 9-5 job since he needed someone to watch her, feed her, make her do homework and more. He didn’t state what he was working with but the pay was way more than you would’ve thought anyone was willing to pay a babysitter, which meant that you had to make this interview flawless. So with that you took a deep breath and exited your car, ready to walk a few blocks and make sure this went all the way. 

At the door you couldn’t believe your eyes, the villa was really nice and it almost felt like you shouldn’t set foot in this neighbourhood. His car was parked outside and you could already see that the reason for the high paycheck was right inside that house. He must be working with something really good. 

Your hand fell on the doorbell, slowly pushing it and hearing a quick ring on the inside of the house. Trying to keep yourself calm, you try to focus on your surroundings and hear fast moving steps on the other side of the door. The doorknob turns instantly and on the inside there is… no one? Or at least until your eyes falls down and see a little girl with a teddy bear in her hand. 

“Hi there” you start, trying to understand if you maybe walked to the wrong house. Or if it’s right but you came at the wrong time? 

“Hiii” she says happily, giving you a big smile. “Are you here to see my daddy?” she continues. 

“Uh yeah, is he home?” you ask, crouching down to get a little closer with her. “Who is this?” you continue, pointing at the bear in her hand. 

“This is Dori! He is my best friend” she says, holding him out for you to look at. 

While you two laughed and smiled together you had totally missed that there was someone arriving behind the little girl. More specifically the reason you came here in the first place. Your eyes went from her and over her head, where there was only a body dressed in black jeans and a grey shirt. Your eyes keep travelling up the well built body and your gaze meets with a man coming from inside the house. His hair was messy and almost covered his eyes, looking like he had been asleep before this. 

“Eunyeong sweetie, I told you not to open the door for strangers. You need to wake me up first. Imagine what could’ve happened if it wasn’t this sweet lady, something could go wrong” he said calmly to the little girl. 

She didn’t answer him, she just ran inside the house again, but looking past him you could still see that she was hiding by the stairs, possibly for eavesdropping. The man’s eyes were now on yours as you stood up again, you could only assume this was the man you were supposed to meet. 

“I’m so sorry I must’ve dozed up before we were supposed to meet. Please come inside” he said, gesturing with his hand for you to step inside the house. And you can only follow. 

The girl, who you now knew as Eunyeong, moved up the stairs as the two of you stepped inside. But her eyes were always on yours, she must be a curious girl but maybe nervous too since she was really small and you were a stranger showing up on her doorstep. Did she know you were coming or did she think you were seeing her dad in another way? Hopefully not the second. 

Slowly you hang up your jacket and put your shoes to the side as you try your quickest and neatest to follow the man further into his home. Your heart was still racing but something about both the home and this man brought you a sense of calm. Which could also be dangerous but maybe your little conversation with Eunyeong could mean something to this interview. When you saw her it felt natural to talk to her, and not like you came here for a job. 

“Please have a seat” he says as he takes a seat on the side of the couch. 

You take your seat on the opposite couch, your eyes wandering around and being met with lots of nice things. Good tv, many family photos, a computer with two screens and also a glass table in front of you. The interior was darker but still very neat and thought out. Your eyes meet the family photos and in all of them it’s just Eunyeong and her dad. No sign of the mother from what you could guess. 

“So, Y/N right?” he asks as you snap back your attention to him and nod for an answer. “My name is Changbin, thank you for coming on such short notice, I had some complications with Eunyeong’s previous nanny. But just to start it would only be me and Eunyeong here. I work as a producer so usually I end up having to work overtime on short notices. I drop her off at preschool in the morning and then it would be your job to pick her up. Iif you can cook dinner then feel free to use whatever is in the fridge, if you don’t want to then just let me know and I can probably see if I can prepare some meals to just heat up. The main part of the job would mostly be picking her up, then watching her, playing with her, maybe reading with her if you want, there is also a schedule to follow with times like her naps and more in the kitchen” he starts and so far it felt good to know the basics. “Do you drive?” he suddenly asks. 

“Yeah I have my car parked a few blocks from here, I wasn’t sure if I could find any parking nearby” you explained, it was also a slight lie. Looking outside anyone could see places to park, but he didn’t have to know that you knew that too. 

“Alright, would it be okay for you to drive her in your car? The preschool is a few minutes away” and you only nod in response. 

The interview continues on well, you getting to ask your questions and he gets to ask his. Now and then your eyes would meet with Eunyeong up in the corner of the stairs behind Changbin. She would either wave or smile, you wanted to wave back but didn’t wanna be too distracted from Changbin’s information. But you smiled back as often as you could. 

What made you nervous was your car situation. You answered automatically with a yes but you knew it would look chaos in the back, Eunyeong would see all the boxes and maybe even the blankets. Your car was slightly smaller which meant that everything was packed. You just wished Eunyeong wouldn’t pay too much attention to it if you got the job, since Changbin probably wouldn’t like a homeless woman watching his kid. 

“Well Y/N let me tell you I’m very happy with this interview and you seem to already get along with Eunyeong. So if it isn’t a problem I’d like for you to start Monday if you’re still interested?” he offers and suddenly it felt like you were walking on clouds, did you finally do it? All of a sudden there was a job offer with full time and a good paycheck on your table. Was there any other answer?

“Yes definitely” 

The job wasn’t difficult, and so far Eunyeong had hopefully not paid attention to all of the boxes. The first weeks had passed by easily, and Eunyeong only asked about them once. 

“What’s in the boxes?” she had asked the first few times she had entered the car. 

Your answer had only been that you were moving in nearby but didn’t have time to put the boxes away. She is a kid and she would never ask why the number of boxes wasn’t decreasing with time, all you knew was that she was happy to know you lived nearby. Almost like you could live right in front if you wanted. But you couldn’t have your car right outside, it wouldn’t look good for you that you weren’t leaving to go somewhere else. 

Changbin too was one of the sweetest men you had ever met. Amazed that after the experience with your ex boyfriend there were actually good men in this world. You did cook for yourself yet Changbin always offered to order you food when you had put Eunyeong to bed. Changbin always came home a little after her bedtime which meant you had to watch the house, and he felt like it was asking so much of you that he offered to buy you food every single day. Sometimes you took it but most days you ate together with Eunyeong. 

Spending time with Eunyeong became the highlights of your day. She was a cheerful little girl and she made you forget that you had nothing to go back to at the end of the way. Sleeping suddenly felt exciting and not like something you wished you wouldn’t survive. It felt both good and bad that she became so important to you immediately. A lot because she didn’t seem to hang around outside a lot, but bad because it was at the end of the day just your job. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Look!” Eunyeong yells from the living room as she comes running with a drawing in her hands. 

You were standing in the kitchen with a pot on the stove filled with boiling water and pasta, together with a pan filled with meatballs and sauce. This meal had quickly become one of Eunyeong’s favorites and she asked you for it every single day. You set the spatula to the side to take a good look at what she was handing you. It was a page from the coloring book that she really liked and it was colored very lightly with crayons but at least she was inside the lines

“I managed to keep it inside the lines this time!” 

“Yes I see that Yeongie, that’s so good wow!” you praised her which made her jump up and down. “Let’s show this to your dad when he gets back yeah?” 

“YES!” she yells, knowing her dad will be very happy for her. “He is gonna be happy and then I will get ice cream!” her enthusiasm made you laugh, not knowing if she was happy because he would be or if she was happy because of the ice cream. 

Your hands fell back to the stove as she skipped back into the living room. Your hands moved on auto pilot at this point, putting the food on the plates, doing the dishes, making sure Eunyeong finishes the food, and at the end of the day just put her ped as usual. It was like you needed her and she needed you. Not like a mother, but just a friend who was with her every day. 

You decided to put a plate out for Changbin too, whether he ate it or not wasn’t something that mattered. But just in case he was hungry there would be food, if he didn’t want it you could always heat it up for Eunyeong tomorrow. Your eyes were buried in a book that you had found in Changbin’s bookshelf, he had been very open with you to treat this home as your own but you wouldn’t dare to take it serious. In the end he convinced you to at least use the tv or the bookshelf to have yourself something to enjoy when waiting for him to come back. 

This turned into you not hearing the door as he entered. The plate was put on the dinner table with a small note from you. 

“Make sure you eat something too, I made Eunyeong’s favourite” - Y/N

He smiled at the message, making sure not to damage the note as it slid into his pocket. His steps took him into the living room where he saw you deep into the book. You didn’t know but it made him happy that he managed to get you to use his stuff. When he said treat it like home he truly meant it. And seeing you read a book he himself had enjoyed years ago made his heart flutter a little bit. 

Suddenly you looked up from the couch, jumping a little bit at the sudden sight of him which made him snap out of his thoughts too. He couldn’t help but feel guilty that he got happy by such things. You were both the same age so it wasn’t like it was that bad, but you were employed by him and watching his daughter. It was like he was having naughty thoughts yet that wasn’t the case. But every thought about you felt like it shouldn’t be in his head. 

“Geez you scared me…” you started, making yourself laugh a little bit. Which once again was bad for Changbin as he thought it was lovely to listen to. 

“Oh sorry, it was so quiet so I assumed everyone had fallen asleep” he said, watching you immediately stand up as he mentioned sleeping here. 

“Oh nono I wouldn’t, it’s your home. I need to watch it” you quickly said, changing your body language to a nervous one. 

“Y/N I told you before please treat it like home, if it’s late for you to drive home then please feel free to stay the night” he answered you and you knew he meant it. But you couldn’t get yourself to accept his kind gestures.

It felt like you’d do something against a company guideline or anything if you decided to sleep at his house, he was basically your boss. You didn’t answer him, you could only rush to the hallway with a quick goodbye and see you tomorrow and with that you were already out the door. Leaving Changbin with a disappointed heart. Wishing you would let yourself feel more free in his home since Eunyeong was so happy to have you here every day. 

But now all he could do was just to enjoy one of the best homecooked meals he had to himself in a long time. 

Not staying at Changbin’s house would soon come to be a challenge. You felt like you had made a sudden mistake one day when you watched Eunyeong. You had already put her to bed and somewhere in your book you felt yourself feeling drowsy. It had been a long week and that Friday your body just gave out on the couch. 

The next morning you had been awoken by Eunyeong’s footsteps and squeal as she was surprised to see you sleeping on their couch. You had risen in panic and was met with Changbin in his morning gym outfit consisting of a black compression shirt and grey sweats. The sudden realization hit you immediately, excusing yourself in embarrassment and heading out the door. When you picked up Eunyeong that same day she spoke nothing of it, but you feared talking to Changbin about it. Yet he said the same thing again, 

“Please feel free to treat this as a home” but you couldn’t. 

On another morning there was a storm warning on your phone, telling you that it would be in your area by the time Changbin got home. Sometimes he was home earlier and you prayed that this would be the day, but if Changbin was gonna make it home in time you didn’t know where you would put your car. You would have to find a garage to put your car in, yet those parking houses always had someone guarding them and they would tell you to move if you didn’t pay. 

Looking at the clock every single second you tried counting the minutes to when the roads would be closing down, and soon you were past it. Maybe you could speed somewhere if he made it home soon? Or maybe he was fighting time as well to make it home to Eunyeong. 

As if on cue the front door opened, which made your feet push you up from the couch and run towards the entrance. Changbin must’ve been shocked to see you up so fast as his eyes widened at the sight of you grabbing your shoes. 

“Y/N where are you going?” he asks, worried feelings filling his voice. 

“I thought I’d hit the road before they close it down” you said, barely having your shoes on before you open the door. The heavy rain falling on the porch outside. 

“But they already did, don’t you see the weather? Can’t you just stay tonight?”

Your deep breath almost made your anxiety rise even higher. It was the weekend tomorrow which meant that you had days off, which wasn’t important but that meant both Changbin and Eunyeong would be home tomorrow. Which meant spending time with them yes, but also that you couldn’t escape the embarrassment of sleeping in their home and being an inconvenience. 

“Please Y/N, you can even take the bedroom I’ll take the couch-”

“No! I mean no, I’ll take the couch then thank you” you quickly respond, you couldn’t make him do more gestures than he was already doing for you. 

You headed back inside and tried avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Not only did it feel embarrassing, it felt heavy. Your anxiety was through the roof like it could make a hole in it. Changbin had made his way into the kitchen and you walked back into the living room, the same old couch as you always sat on. Your book was ready on the table together with your glass of water. You had accepted fate that you would have an embarrassing morning in front of you, but not much you could do with you not being able to reach your car or even driving it. 

Behind you Changbin was coming up with two cups of tea, setting it down on the table and waiting for you to take a seat with him. You hesitated as this once again felt so wrong and against some kind of guideline, but in the end you had to take a seat instead of standing for 12 hours. 

“Y/N” he starts, making you look at him as you take a sip of your vanilla tea. “Are you afraid of me?” 

“What? No of course not” you say immediately, almost afraid that this would be your last day in this home and with Eunyeong. 

“Then why do you always refuse me? I’m not bothered since you get along with Eunyeong, but I wished that you would take more advantage of everything. You’re always out the door as soon as I come inside. If I have done anything to harm you I am truly sorry” he apologises which hurts your heart, it was never your intention. You were only protecting yourself and your own feelings. 

“Oh no, that’s absolutely not the case. In fact I feel even more grateful that I get to spend my days here with Eunyeong with lovely food choices, books to read and even more. It’s just that I don’t wanna be a burden to sleep here when I have somewhere to sleep” you were used to your car by now, that didn’t mean it was good but for you it felt like if you had somewhere to sleep why would you burden Changbin? 

“Just… please. I really do care for you and I just wished that you would use everything around you here. Use the bookshelf, use the kitchen more, use the bed if you want. If you need pajamas then dig in the drawer. Heck use me if you need to” he confessed, making your heart race at his compassionate words. “Talk to me please. And take up space please, we need it. Do it for me. And if not for me then for Eunyeong. You’re always there for her so let us be here for you too. Stay here a lot more. Don’t run as soon as I enter please” 

You didn’t end up sleeping at Changbin’s often, but you tried to not run as soon as you saw him. Maybe you ran because of the fear of being a burden to him, he had everything and you had nothing. You didn’t want him to feel like you were taking advantage of him, or Eunyeong or just his home. Bur maybe you were also running because of the way he cared for you. The way he made sure you were taken care of in any way because you were always tired when he saw you. 

Him always making sure you felt at home when in fact you didn’t even have a home. But the way he cared also scared you, what if you hurt yourself in the process of letting him in? But how would you know if you didn’t try? 

Something about Changbin made your heart flutter, but it felt so wrong that the idea of him seeing you in that way felt impossible. Because you were in fact just Eunyeong’s nanny. What more could you do? It was barely about the money anymore, it was only about feeling like someone cared for you again. Whether it was Changbin or Eunyeong, it felt like you belonged somewhere. And you were finally starting to let them in. 

For the first time in a while now you could finally buy yourself good groceries. Tomorrow you had to go back to Changbin and Eunyeong again but it felt exciting that you could treat Eunyeong to some snacks that you also liked. It was a rainy day and the weather was rather cozy. You had put your groceries in the passenger seat and made everything ready in place for Eunyeong tomorrow. You hoped in the back with your blanket to doze off for a nap in this weather. 

What you didn’t see from afar was that Changbin was out grocery shopping with Eunyeong. And the little girl who took your car every day could recognize it from a mile away. 

“Daddy look! It’s Y/N! Is she here?!” she squealed like she hadn’t already seen you the days before. 

“I don’t know sweetheart let’s check if it’s really her car first should we?” she nodded as 

she let go of her dad’s hand to run towards the car. 

She can’t reach the window to see, but Changbin could. And his heart shattered into a million pieces. Inside he saw your body sleeping underneath a thin blanket and your hoodie as a pillow. The trunk filled with brown boxes with clothes, old kitchenware, laundry essentials and everything from what possibly could’ve been from your home. 

“Sweetie, does Y/N have boxes in her car?” 

“Yeah! She said she was moving in nearby when she came to my house” Changbin sighed, that was nearly months ago now. You weren’t going anywhere. 

Changbin took Eunyeong back to his car, his heart feeling sad that he knew he could’ve done so much more but also now knowing why you didn’t wanna accept his offer to use anything in his home or let you sleep there. That every time you went home you went back to this parking lot. It killed him to see you inside of that car probably freezing too. What could he do now?

The next evening you had put Eunyeong to bed as usual. She never mentioned seeing your car as she had probably forgotten already, but Changbin didn’t forget. He came home early that evening, but he wasn’t just coming back home, he was coming to you. And he wasn’t gonna let you go anywhere yourself. When the front door clicked open you met him by the entrance as always. But his worried gaze made you worried as well, and with that you followed him quietly to the living toom where you had already been. 

“Y/N let’s talk” he starts, making you even more anxious. He leaned against the back of the couch, not knowing how to start his next sentence. “We uhm… saw your car yesterday when we went to grocery shop” 

There your world had stopped, what were you gonna do know? He knows now. He knows that his nanny for his daughter is homeless. And that she probably puts a bad example for his daughter. Her job was over now, and her world was crumbling like it was meant to just like before.

“I’m so sorry…” you start, tears welling up in your eyes. “I know I probably must be setting such a bad example for Eunyeong right now-”

“What? No Y/N that’s not what I was gonna say” he said immediately running up to you and putting your face in his hands, making you look at him with tears down your cheeks. “You don’t understand, I’m so worried about you. I didn’t tell Eunyeong you were in there sleeping, but I can’t stand seeing you like that. If you need my help I want nothing more than to put a roof over your head and know you’re safe. If someone saw you there… It’s not safe for you” 

His kind words made you cry even more, but it also made you panic. You can’t let him in, bad things happen when you let a man in. What if this fucks you over just like the last time? What are you gonna do then? Sleep in your car again and watch how life fails once again?

“I can’t…” you said in between sobs, his thumbs catching your tears every time. “I’m sorry I feel like such a failure for Eunyeong right now” 

“Y/n stop apologizing-”

“You don’t get it… I can’t let someone in again, because he put me in that situation. I can’t let you put a roof over my head just like that. I love you and Eunyeong I really do, but I can’t just take it all just like that” your voice was breaking at the sudden confession, making Changbin tense up as well. 

“Y/N I meant it when I say that we love you back, and I shouldn’t be feeling like that for you as you help my daughter every day. But please just let me-”

It was like your ears were denying everything you were hearing. You couldn’t stand here and let him bring you in like this, everything is gonna go bad again and soon you will be in your car again. So now you can only do one thing, and that is run. 

So you do. 

And Changbin is yelling after you, yet you can’t stop running. Everything will just be the same. And you just made a fool of yourself in front of the man you wanted to run back to and be with.

[loonarixsxx]

talk that talk ~ hwang hyunjin

.lılılı.ıllı hyunjin x f!reader ▹

،، genre ﹆ fluff includes ﹆yapper!bf x yapper!gf | hyunjin loves drama | fluff & wholesomeness | mentions of shitty people | established relationship | fluff with no plot at all ﹕ ﹒ ⌕

⊹ ⌁ ˖ a/n ﹆ i hope by now ive trained you all to fear when i release domestic fluff because it means i have horrors planned for my next fic | based off me and my bsf’s irl yap sessions she is going thru it (i got her permission for this dw)

𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎? ︵ 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▥ ▥ ▥

⭔ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⊹ ⌁ ⃕˖ when no one is more invested in your day than your boyfriend is.

it started out as a peaceful evening. hyunjin was sitting on the couch, awaiting your return so he could order takeout with you, when the doors to the apartment swung open.

“hyunjin.” you tossed your bags and coat into the shoe closet, stumbling as you tried to kick off your shoes while striding towards him.

“my muse.” hyunjin declared dramatically in the same fashion, a hand over his heart as if he were swearing his loyalty to you. you roll your eyes at his theatrics, despite being the one to start it, and collapse into his lap. “what’s the matter?”

as if lit by a spark, you shoot up, eyes full of a fiery intensity. “you’ll never believe what happened today.”

“try me,” hyunjin retorted, subtly tugging you back onto his lap again and hands tracing circles on your hips. too busy steeling yourself to breakdown the events of the day, you didn’t fight back.

“okay, so firstly, when i went to get my coffee this morning, there was a couple in line in front of me, right?” you confirmed, and hyunjin nodded along, regardless of the fact he wasn’t actually there. “get this. the girl was looking at the breakfast sandwiches they had on display, and the guy followed her gaze, before he told her he’s not buying it for her, because it has too many calories.”

hyunjin’s eyes widened, mouth falling open in an incredulous gasp. “no he didn’t.”

you nodded grimly. “oh yes he did.”

“for the record, i would buy you all the breakfast sandwiches you want,” hyunjin defended, scrunching his nose. you laughed, kissing him on the forehead before continuing the story.

“i know you would, babe. but so i had to do something, right? she looked so disappointed, so i very politely told the man that a breakfast sandwich wouldn’t kill her, unless she was allergic to eggs and sausage. you know what he said to me?” you looked at hyunjin expectantly.

“what?” hyunjin prodded, hanging off your every word.

you took a deep breath, eyebrows furling as if the very memory made you disgusted. “he looked me up and down, and said just because i didn’t take good care of myself, doesn’t mean i should force those values onto his girlfriend.”

hyunjin stood up, and you squeaked, tumbling off his lap. “alright, let’s go kill him. how dare he insult my beautiful muse? i’ll get STAY to find his address, doxx him, i don’t care. this is unforgivable, this is treason.”

“hyunjin, calm down,” you laughed, pulling on his sleeve. “i’m not done telling the story yet.”

sitting down with a huff and a pout, hyunjin said sincerely, “this story better end with you punching him in the face, or i’ll do it myself.”

giggling as you swung your legs over his lap, you shook your head. “even better. when she heard her boyfriend say that, the girl immediately looked pissed. girls supporting girls for real, because she walked over to the water station, filled up a cup, and dumped it over his head.”

“no.” hyunjin gasped, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“yes!” you said excitedly, eyes sparkling in excitement. “he looked so shocked, he was like, frozen in place. the girl was spitting bars too, she told him off for insulting me, and how disgusting he was, and that he should look in a mirror for once, before dumping him right there.”

“and justice has been served,” hyunjin proclaimed. “someone get her an award for that.”

“actually, the cashier gave her a free breakfast sandwich on the house,” you grinned. “but there’s more! after i shook her hand and applauded her, i went to go shopping with my friend, and she told me she also broke up with her six-month boyfriend a week ago.”

“good. i never liked him,” hyunjin agreed, grimacing. “he was always talking about how muscular men are the perfect specimen and weirdly obsessed with trying to invite me to an escape room with him.”

“i never liked him either! but babe, guess what the reason they broke up was?” your eyes shone with anticipation, and hyunjin thought for a moment, before his jaw dropped.

“no.” hyunjin said in bewilderment, reading your mind.

“yes.” you were practically bouncing with the delight of telling him about what you had learned.

“no.” hyunjin repeated, practically gawking now. “oh my god. it’s all falling into place.”

“she caught him on a gay dating app,” you announced dramatically. hyunjin eyes shot impossibly wide, one hand covering his mouth in disbelief.

after a moment’s pause to let the information sink in, hyunjin grinned. “did he at least have any matches?”

“lots, actually. that’s how she caught him, because one of her friends matched with him on there,” you scrunched your nose. “but yeah, that’s the gist of it. i just thought you’d like to know.”

“i definitely did want to know,” hyunjin smiled. “is that all, or did your day have any more plot twists?”

thinking for a second, you shook your head with a smile tugging at your lips, cuddling up against his side. “thankfully, no. if there were, i think i would’ve combusted before i came home to tell you all about it.”

wrapping an arm around you to hold you closer to him, hyunjin teased, “do you want to order takeout? unlike that garbage man at the coffee shop, i’ll get you anything you want.”

your laugh was like a melody to him. “i could totally eat. you choose the place though, i’m not really particular for anything right now.”

“as my muse wishes. you can pick the movie we watch tonight, then,” hyunjin said softly, opening his phone and beginning the search. when moments ago it had been filled with aimless chatter, your home now fell quiet with nothing more than the sound of hyunjin humming and the remote clicking as you went through the watchlist you and hyunjin had saved, yet it didn’t feel any less full of love.

“thanks for always letting me go on about my day, love,” you smiled up at him, head resting against his shoulder as hyunjin scrolled through the takeout menu.

hyunjin smiled softly, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “my muse, i’m honored to be the one you want to gossip with. especially on days like today, because genuinely what was that?”

“right? like holy shit-”

a/n - need me a bf who lets me yap fr my ex could never

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[midnight0sun]

Wet blanket

Felix x fem!reader

Word count: 7,441

Summary: A particularly hard week only gets worse when you let hate comments get to you while Felix is out of town.

Content: HEAVY insecurities, hurt/comfort, angst, haters, Felix being the sunshine he is, period mentioned, some swearing I think, kinda trash people taking things out of context, reader is sarcastic and teasing

A/N: So this one is a bit messy cuz it's hard to accurately show social media comments and responses in just text. Also, very personal to me because I am sarcastic and show love via teasing. I have that RBF and get people calling me mean and what not a lot. I can really feel insecure about it sometimes, especially when around my sunshine friends. I feel like a wet blanket. All of this to say, don't take stuff out of context. Don't judge a book by it's cover. It's okay to show love differently than others. This one really is for me more than anything lol

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You wake up late and don’t have time to make coffee. Of course your hair doesn’t want to cooperate and you don’t have time to mess with it, so you end up going to work looking like a slicked back rat. When you finally get to work, you are chewed out by your boss for being late. It is pointless to argue, so you just stand there while the whole office stares at you getting chewed out. When you finally have a break, you go to get break room coffee, but of course, there is none left. You want to cry right then and there. 

“Are we out of coffee?” You turn to see your coworker holding her own empty coffee mug. 

“Unfortunately.” You sigh.

“Man, I was hoping to refill mine.”

“I was hoping to get my first cup of the day, but apparently the world hates me and won’t let me have caffeine.” You lean back on the counter, throwing your sarcastic tone at the ceiling. Maybe looking up will hide the frustrated tears forming in your eyes. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She sounds genuinely hurt for you. 

You tilt your head to look at her, a tight smile on your lips, “It’s okay. The coffee isn’t that great here anyway.” 

She gives you a small laugh and leaves the room. You sigh, your shoulders slumping forward, “It’s fine. I’ll just eat my lunch and go back.” You open the fridge and it hits you; in your morning rush, you forgot to grab food. You slam the fridge door shut with a groan. On the other side of the door is the same coworker who just left the room. She’s staring at you a little perplexed. 

“Oh I’m sorry. I just realized I forgot my lunch at home.” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “It’s been…a day.” 

She gives you a small smile, “It’s okay. I get it. This morning, my cat woke me up an hour before I needed to be up and I was so frustrated. We all have hard days. Sometimes we just have to take a deep breath and refocus our minds.” She gives you a bright smile and you swear her pep-talk only made you feel worse. But you know she is just trying to help, so you take her advice and take a deep breath. You give her a small smile, “Thanks. I’ll try and remember that.” 

She gives you a nod and hands you her empty coffee mug. You look between the cup and her, confused. It takes a minute for her to say anything, “Can you put that in the sink for me?” 

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You let out a small laugh, unsure why it took her so long to ask. She has always been an odd person. You can’t tell if today it’s helping or hurting. Regardless, you put her cup in the sink and exit the break room. Trudging back over to your desk, you try to take a few deep breaths and focus. You start hacking away at your assignments, hoping that you can get enough done to go home early. 

-

To your surprise, you are allowed to go home early. As you exit the building, giving tight smiles and small waves as you pass people, you trip over literally nothing and fall flat on your face in front of the front desk workers. For two seconds you question just staying there until you decompose, but one of the workers rushes around the desk to help you. 

“Miss, are you alright?” A guy comes and helps you up, his eyes laced with panic, “Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Do you need a doctor? An ambulance? Should I call someone? You didn’t break anything did you?” 

His panicked rambling just about breaks your last nerve, “I’m fine!” You snap a little too quickly causing him to back off a bit. 

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.” His voice gets smaller.

You feel a pang of guilt in your chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just had a hard day and this was icing on the cake.” 

“Oh, well I’m sorry. I hope your day gets better.” He gives you a genuine smile that could power the building. Now you really feel bad for snapping at him. 

You give back the best smile you can manage, “Thanks. It can only go up from here.” 

He moves to hold the front door for you, giving a small wave as you exit the building. Despite having fallen on your face in front of a bunch of your coworkers, that young guys energy made you feel a little less bothered. 

That positivity lasts all of about two seconds. The longer you walk, the more you can feel a small pain in your ankle. Nothing bad, definitely not worth a doctor’s visit, but just enough to be uncomfortable. You must have twisted it when falling. Great. Just another thing to ruin the day. You heavily slump into your car, practically chucking your bag in the passengers seat. You can feel the fatigue and frustration bubbling out of you. If you can just get home, everything will calm down and it will be fine. 

-

The rest of your day is quiet, mostly because you refuse to do anything else. After showering, you curl up on the couch and doom-scroll on instagram. You aren’t sure how long you sit there until you hear the front door click open. 

“Hi angel,” you look up to see your boyfriend, Felix, smiling at you and all the troubles of your day have totally melted. 

“You’re home early.” You smile, genuinely, back at him.

“Is that an issue?” He jokes, making his way over to you. 

“No, just unexpected is all.” You open your arms, motioning for him to join you on the couch. He practically lays on top of you, enveloping you in a warm hug. The warmth of his touch combined with the faint smell of cologne and studio melts all the tension out of you. You let out a sigh, moving to play with his long hair. He must feel your release because he pushes himself up a bit to look into your eyes, “You alright?”

You give him a tired smile, your hand cupping his face, “I’m better now.” You lean in to give him a soft kiss, the faint taste of his chapstick sweet against your lips. 

He mumbles against your lips, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod, leaning your forehead against his, “Just a bad day, but I don’t wanna talk about that right now. I just wanna sit with you.” 

He smiles that soft sunshine smile, “I can do that, but can I take a shower first? I probably smell terrible from practice.” 

“I quite like the smell.”

“Of sweat and worn off deodorant?”

“Of hard work and passion.” You press a kiss to his nose. “But yes, you can take a shower. I’ll make something for dinner.” 

He squeezes your hand as he moves to stand up, “You’ve had a long day, I’m not gonna make you cook. We can just order something.” 

You could cry at how much he cares for you. Even when he has been working all day at the studio, he still thinks of your needs first. You give him a small nod and he goes off to shower. 

You spend the rest of the night cuddled on the couch and when you both get tired, you move to cuddle in your bed. Falling asleep in Felix’s warm embrace makes you forget about the horrible day that lay behind you. 

-

You groan as the Saturday morning sun shines in your eyes, moving to grab your phone to check the time. Before you can reach it, you feel arms pull you back. Felix tightens his hold around your waist, “Don’t go.” His deep morning voice vibrates through you, never failing to send chills up your spine. 

“I’m just checking the time silly.” You whisper to him. 

“No need. Too early.” He pulls you flush against his chest and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. 

You laugh at your sleepy boyfriend, “Okay, but don’t blame me if you end up sleeping all day.” 

“Sounds nice.” You can feel his smile against your skin. You move to play with his hair, knowing it’s one of his favorite things. You both lay there, basking in the golden glow of the morning sun. It’s rare that Felix has a day off, so it’s not uncommon for you to sit around just holding each other when he does. 

You probably sit there for about an hour when your body betrays you. You hear a loud grumble come from your stomach, indicating it’s probably past your breakfast time. Felix looks at you, down at your stomach, then back up at you. You both start laughing. 

“Guess that means it’s time to get up.” He says, the grogginess heavy on his voice. 

“You can stay here. I’ll go make some breakfast.” You move to get up but he grabs your wrist.

“You stay here. I can make it.” 

You give him a small smile and press a kiss to his forehead, “I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. You’re tired and should get some rest.” 

“You’re tired too.”

“Not as tired as you. You have been working hard for your comeback. I just had a below average day. Which means I win. You rest.” 

“Just because your day is different doesn’t mean you can’t be tired.”

Your chest squeezes at his kindness, “Then what do you want to do?”

He thinks for a moment, “Why don’t we go out for brunch. We can get some coffee and just spend some time together.” 

“That sounds perfect.” 

-

“One latte,” Felix sets your coffee down in front of you, “Since I love you…a latte.” He looks at you, brows raised, mouth open in a wide smile, awaiting your laugh. 

You snort, “That was so cheesy.” 

“But cute right?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I guess.” You sip your coffee with a teasing grin. 

“You never appreciate my jokes.” He pouts but the fondness in his eyes gives away his teasing. 

You just roll your eyes, utterly smitten with your silly boyfriend.

“So,” He laces his fingers through yours across the table, “You want to talk about your day yesterday or just forget it and move on?”

You sigh, the frustration still heavy on your mind, “Oh my gosh. It was just one thing after another.” 

You go on to recount your trials of the day before, wild hand gestures and all. Felix listens intently, providing fun commentary along the way. 

“Then I fell flat on my face.” 

Felix chokes on his coffee trying not to laugh. 

“Lixie! Don’t laugh at my misfortune.” You whine.

“I’m sorry angel. It just caught me off guard. Are you okay?” His expression shifts to concern.

You soften, knowing he isn’t actually laughing at you, “I’m fine. I think I twisted my ankle, but it hasn’t been hurting too bad today.” 

“You should have told me.” His boba eyes shine with worry. “I wouldn’t have let you walk.” 

“What are you going to do? Carry me?”

“Yes.” He answers matter-of-factly. 

You stare at him over your coffee, “Seriously? That’s a bit dramatic.” 

“Of course. I can’t let my angel hurt her feet.”

“It’s my ankle, ‘Lix.” 

“Same difference.” 

You teasingly roll your eyes, heat creeping up your face at his sweetness. 

You finish recounting your day when two girls approach your table. You recognize immediately that they are fans wanting to talk to Felix. 

“Um, excuse me. We don’t mean to interrupt, but we are really huge fans of Stray Kids and just wanted to ask if we could have a picture?” 

Felix puts on his signature sunshine smile and you are sure it could blind half the cafe. He looks at you for a second, then turns back to the girls, “Sorry, but I’m trying to spend some time—“

“Lix,” You cut him off before he can finish, your hand on his, “It’s okay. I’ve got to run to the bathroom anyway.” 

He looks at you, silently doubling checking. You give him a reassuring nod as you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You are used to fans interrupting your dates with Felix. Most of them don’t mean any harm, so you try not to make a big deal of it. Can it be annoying? Yeah, but it’s better for his image if he interacts with them instead of rejecting them. When you come back to the bathroom, the two girls are saying their thank you’s and walking off. You slide back in your seat and he immediately laces his fingers through yours. 

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For us getting interrupted…again.” He looks down, feeling guilty. 

“Hey, don’t be sorry. They are your fans and just want to say hi. How can I be mad at people loving you?” You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You’re really understanding you know that?” 

You look down, shy, “Well what do you expect me to do? Gatekeep you?” You switch your voice to be a higher, sarcastic pitch, “Hello Stays who love and support my boyfriend, please back off because only I can love him.” 

Felix laughs at your sarcastic comment, “So protective.”

“I think that’s call possessive.” You soften your voice, “Seriously, don’t feel bad. I love that people love and support you. You work really hard and deserve recognition for that.” 

He gives you a soft smile, the one that he reserves just for you. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, “You ready to head home?”

You nod, walking home with him hand in hand. 

-

A few days later, you sit on your bed with Felix’s suitcase open on the floor. 

“Do you have to go?” You pout.

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yes angel, but I will be back in a few days.”

You give a fake sniffle, “Okay.” 

He walks over and places a kiss on your forehead, “I wish you could come, but you have to work. I would hate for you to lose your job because of me.” 

“It’s not that great of a job anyway. I’d take you any day.”

His eyes soften, showing every emotion he holds. You can tell that he wants to agree with you, but would never dare encourage you getting fired. So he settles for a quick kiss and mumbles against your lips, “I love you.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him towards you, throwing you both backwards on the bed. “I love you too.” You kiss him again, but way less gently. In order to not crush you, he immediately rolls you over so that you’re lying on his chest. His hands land on your hips, rubbing mindless patterns against your jeans. Your hands find their natural place in his hair. No matter how many times you kiss him, it always makes your head buzz. The world goes static and it’s just you and him. His soft lips moving against yours, the faint taste of his morning coffee, it all makes you feel light headed. He pulls back for air, the weight of you on his chest making it harder to breathe. 

“I should-“

Before he can say anything else you catch his lips again. You can feel him laugh against your skin. 

“Angel,” He mumbles against your lips.

“No.”

“I need to finish packing,” He manages between kisses. 

You just shake your head, refusing to stop. He resorts to drastic measures: tickling. You yelp as his hands move up to your sides, forcing you into a laughing fit. 

“Stop, I can’t…” You say between laughs.

He stops, but pins your hands down so you can’t pull him back into a kiss. “Angel,” He raises an eyebrow at you, “I love you, but I need to pack.”

“Just one more kiss?” You give your best pout.

He laughs, shaking his head, “I can’t.”

“What? You don’t want to kiss me?”

“I do. That’s the issue. If I start again, I don’t know that I can stop.” 

You feel your face heat up at his comment. He stands up to start packing again when suddenly you throw your arms around him from behind, your face pressing into his back. “Y/N-“

“Just let me hold you for a second?” Your voice is softer, more vulnerable.

His hands rest over yours, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I just…”

“Just what?” He turns and kneels so he is eye level with you. His hand gently cups your face and you instinctively lean into his touch. 

“I just really love you and I want you to know that.” 

He gives you a tender smile, “I know you love me and I love you too. I know it’s not easy to work around my schedule and I wish I didn’t have to be gone so often.”

You feel your heart clench at that, “Don’t feel bad. I’m so proud of you and I love that you have these opportunities. It’s just a little sad that I can’t always be with you.”

His lips meet yours, but this time with more tenderness as if promising he will always be with you, no matter how far away he goes. “I promise to call you every day and I’ll be back before you know it. Why don’t you help me pack for right now, yeah? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie.” 

You nod, taking his hand to stand up. He’s gone on trips before, ones longer than this, but sometimes it just hits a little harder that he is going to be gone. You help him finish packing and spend the rest of the evening huddled together on the couch. As you fall asleep in his arms, memorizing his warmth, you tell yourself everything will be fine. It’s only a few days and you’ve survived longer. He’s right. He’ll be back before you know it. 

-

These past two days have been rainy, as if the weather is mocking you, reminding you that your sunshine is gone. You don’t mean to be dramatic. If you are being entirely honest, you aren’t sure why you are so lonely this time around. You try your best not to be clingy because the last thing Felix needs on his plate is a clingy girlfriend begging for attention. And you do fine…most of the time. 

You stare down at the single dish in the sink with a gloomy expression, perfectly matching the clouds covering the sky. You heave a sigh, “This is ridiculous. It’s been two days, pull yourself together.” You flick yourself on the forehead with frustration. You decide to make the best of your evening by building a cozy environment. Dimming the lights until the room is covered in a soft orange glow, you make some hot chocolate and curl up on the couch in your coziest blanket. Your comfort show plays in the background while you doom-scroll on your phone. Sliding across your feed is a picture of Felix and you feel your heart flutter at the sight of him. As you read the comments, pride bubbles up in you as people compliment your boyfriend. He is incredible and it makes you unbelievably happy when others recognize that. As you are scrolling, a random comment catches your eye. 

His girlfriend is pretty damn lucky. I would kill to date THE Lee Felix. 

“I am lucky,” You smile to yourself.

Lucky for her. Unlucky for Felix lol

You knit your eyebrows, confused. 

She’s kind of the worst lol. Can’t you see he’s been more tired lately? Clearly she takes more energy than she gives, but the threat of a dating scandal makes it hard for idols to break off relationships. Who knows, maybe he was forced to date her by the company lol

You immediately close the app, knowing better than to indulge comments like that. There have been plenty of people who make comments like this. It was especially bad when you first went public with your relationship, but it’s been a while since you had seen one. Taking a deep breath, you try to shake it off. It’s just some random person being unnecessarily rude online. They don’t know what they are talking about and their opinion does not define your worth. You decide to put away social media and spend the rest of the evening binge watching some random anime. 

As you are settling into bed, you hear a familiar ringtone on your phone. You immediately pick up to be greeted by Felix’s beautiful face. 

“Hi angel. I didn’t wake you, did I?” 

“No, I was just winding down for the night.”

“That’s good. I can’t talk for long because I have to get ready for the event but I just wanted to check in on you.” His deep voice vibrates your hand through the speaker. 

“I haven’t done much. Went to work, watched some anime, the usual.” You shrug.

“You didn’t watch the new episode without me did you?” 

You laugh at his soft, puppy dog eyes, “No of course not. I just found some random one and binged that.”

“Any good?”

“Not in the slightest.” 

You’re both laughing when someone calls for Felix. He swears under his breath, “I’m sorry, it seems I’m being called upon.” 

“That’s okay. Your job is more important.” 

“Than you? Never.” 

Your heart flutters at his comment, “Don’t say that in front of staff.”

Before he can say anything else, the same voice calls again. He calls back, “I’m coming.” He gives you a soft, tired smile, clearly worn out from the travel, “I thought I would be able to talk for longer. I have the event tonight, so I’m not sure when I’ll be done, but if the time lines up, I can call again tonight.”

“It’ll be like 5am here by then.”

“I can stay up until you wake up.” 

“Don’t do that. I’ll be okay. We can just call tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

“Yes Lix, I’m sure. Go have fun at your event. Knock ‘em dead.”

“Yes ma’am,” He gives you a fake salute with a soft smile.

“I love you.”

“Love you, goodnight.”

You hear staff calling after him as he hangs up the call. You snuggle under the blanket, the bed feeling a little less empty as his voice plays on repeat in your head. 

-

The next morning while waiting on your coffee, you come across some more comments about you on social media. 

Literally who is this girl? She lowkey looks mean 🫣

I feel so bad for our Lixie, getting stuck with a rando like that. #freeFelix 

Before you can spiral any deeper, your coffee maker beeps, snapping you out of it. You close your phone and try to shake it off. You’ve dealt with people hating on your looks, status, and every move for a while now. You can’t let every little comment get to you. Coffee in hand, you put it behind you and focus on the day ahead. 

After work, you go to the store and buy some things to make yourself a nice dinner. As you sit alone at your dining room table, you’re on autopilot, scrolling through your phone. A notification pops up about a post from Felix and you immediately open it. Pictures from his event and various selfies he has taken pop up on your screen. You slide through, each picture taking your breath away. He is styled in a Louis Vuitton suit, his long hair falling just right. There are several selfies of him in his hotel room with a simple t-shirt and shorts on. Whether on the red carpet or in a hotel mirror, he never fails to stun you. Your muscle memory kicks in and opens the comments. You’re immediately greeted with more comments about you. 

Look at how happy he looks. We love our sunshine smile

Probably cuz his girlfriend isn’t with him lol

Right?! He always looks so much happier in pictures without her

He’s looked more tired lately. You don’t think it’s cuz of her is it 👀

Suddenly your apartment feels bigger, more empty. You know you shouldn’t indulge these people, but being alone at night makes you do dumb things. 

You come across another post that has a video of you and Felix. It’s from the other day at the café where those girls asked for a picture with him. There are slides of different video clips. One shows you teasing him, calling his joke cheesy. Another is you recounting your previous bad day to Felix. Your voice plays back as you sarcastically call him dramatic. One clip is cut so that it only plays a joking remark you made, 

“Hello Stays who love and support my boyfriend, please back off because only I can love him.” 

That was meant to be a joke, but the video is edited to make it look like you really said that. To compound on top of your sarcasm, there are pictures of you sitting at the table while Felix ordered your coffee. You look angry even though you weren’t. You’ve always known you have an RBF but it’s never mattered…until now. Of course the comments are filled with more cruel words. You know you shouldn’t read them. Maybe you are looking for someone to defend you or maybe you’re just stupid, but you feel every insecurity hit as you read. 

Being a burden: 

She’s dimming our sunshine

Was it just me or did he look scared when apologizing to her?

Poor boy is too nice to breakup with her. Talk about toxic relationship 

Being clingy:

No way she just mocked those poor Stays.

Why is it always the best people who get stuck with clingy partners smh 

Imagine being so insecure that you get mad at someone asking for a picture. It takes like two seconds, chill. 

Your RBF and sarcasm coming across as rude:

Why she look so angry? Girly really can’t handle him being around other people.

Bro why is she so mean to him 😭 He was just concerned for her safety and she called him dramatic. Like what? Leave our poor sunshine alone

“Lixie!” OMG she is so whiny. He was being so cute and nice and she really threw it back in his face 🙄 

Toxic

Clingy

Mean

Each word cuts like a knife. You have always tried so hard to be a good girlfriend. You know how much Felix has to deal with and you do your best to not add on to that load. When you first started dating, you felt like an imposter. Like you didn’t deserve to be around him. He is so positive and practically glowing and you are pessimistic and sarcastic. You tease and joke. You roll your eyes and have the worst resting face possible. You have always been scared of dragging him down and now these comments feel like your worst thoughts come true. You feel your heart beat faster, chest squeezing tighter. You press your palm into your eyes, trying to push back the tears before they fall. “It’s not true. They don’t know you.” You try to convince yourself. That’s when a particular comment catches your eye, a reply to someone calling you mean.

Omg no way. I literally work with her! Can confirm, she is lowkey mean. The other day she was in the break room and was so rude and dramatic. She was going on about how the world is against her just because she wasn’t able to get coffee that morning. When I tried to say sorry she just looked at me annoyed and said the coffee was terrible there anyway. I didn’t know what to do so I laughed and walked off. When I walked back in she literally slammed the fridge and was yelling at no one…She said she was having a bad day and I tried to be nice and tell her it was okay cuz I had a bad day too. That we could get through it together but she just looked so annoyed and passive-aggressively told me she would “try to.” To top it off, she was literally blocking the sink, so I asked her to put my mug in there and she looked so pissed. As if she was too good to be putting dishes in a sink. This was all in one day…

Confirmed: the girlfriend is a bitch 

All in one day? Sheesh. A bad day doesn’t mean you get to be a jerk 

No because it was literally just that she didn’t have coffee…and she was late…so like, whose fault is that??? Got told off for being late and just stared at the boss like he was the one in the wrong

Does she act like that all the time? Cuz I would quit if I were you.

I want to give her the benefit of the doubt but honestly I stopped trying after she yelled at our new secretary. She was leaving work and fell by the front desk. Our newest secretary (a like 20 year old guy) rushed over to help and she yelled at him. Like he is literally the sweetest person ever and was just trying to help. She barely acknowledged people as if she was too high and mighty to associate with ‘the lower folk’

Leave the secretary alone 😭

How entitled do you have to be to get pissed at someone for helping you?

Someone needs to save our Lixie before it’s too late

Your phone falls to the ground as you suddenly feel nauseous and run to the bathroom. Collapsing on the floor, you start dry heaving, the bathroom tile cold against your knees. Tears are spilling down your face as a million emotions swirl through your head. You try to tell yourself it’s not true, but you can’t seem to believe it anymore. 

“They don’t know you” but your own coworker just wrote a paper on how terrible you are

“You were having a bad day” That doesn’t mean you get to be a jerk.

You slump against your bathroom wall, shaking with sobs. The past week starts playing on repeat in your head. You think about how you snapped at that poor secretary who was just trying to be nice. Your coffee date with Felix and how you spent most of the time talking about how horrible your day was, how you dismissed his jokes and kept making sarcastic comments when he was trying to be nice. The other day when Felix was packing and you wouldn’t let him finish, how you acted like a child about him leaving. You complained about being away from him for less than a week…that’s pathetic. The pictures of him at his event, him over FaceTime flash through your mind. People are right, he does look tired. He has been tired. He says it’s because of work but what if it’s because of you? Instead of resting on his day off, he went out to brunch with you. He wasted his few minutes of break calling you. He was going to stay awake until you woke up so that he could call you. Why? Why do you have to be so damn clingy?! You bang your fist on the tile, your cries echoing in the bathroom. Have you been justifying everything this whole time? The smile he has on camera versus the one with you: you always thought of it as a tender smile reserved for you but maybe he is actually just tired. Maybe his genuine smile is the one he has without you around. You lose track of how long you sit on your bathroom floor sobbing. The air feels thick, the salt from your tears tastes like guilt. Your throat is sore and dry, no more water left for tears. You have slumped over so that your face is pressed against the cold bathroom tile. You feel your body giving out and attempt to drag yourself up. Stumbling to the living room, you collapse on your couch, your bed feeling too big for you right now. Time seems to blur beneath the tears. You aren’t sure if you keep falling asleep or zoning out. If anyone else were to see you, they would probably think you are dead. As you fade in and out, the world turning to static, you don’t even hear your forgotten phone buzzing on the floor. 

-

The next morning you wake up feeling like hell. You feel hungover despite having zero alcohol in your system. The afternoon sun burns your dry eyes. Even the sound of your own shallow breathing is too loud. You know you should get up and drink water, but you aren’t even sure your legs work. Plus, you fear if you drink more water, it’ll just make you start crying again. Your hair is a mess as part of it sticks to your dried tears. You don’t know what time it is and you aren’t sure you care. There is no way you are going to work knowing that your coworker and probably everyone else at your job hates you. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if everyone around you hated you. Despite your lassitude, you still want to try and maintain at bare minimum a professional relationship with your boss. You grab your phone, the device heavy in your hand, and email your boss that you won’t be coming in today. When you close the email app, your wallpaper—a picture of you and Felix—stares back at you. Gosh, you want nothing more than to be held by him right now. You pull up his contact to see 4 missed messages and 2 missed calls.

My Sunshine ❤️:

Yesterday, 10:13pm: I tried calling but it didn’t go through.

Yesterday, 10:43pm : Hope you are doing okay, sorry we couldn’t talk today. Sleep well ❤️

Today, 12:31am : Headed to the airport, text me when you can. 

Today, 4:03am: Boarding the plane. Won’t be able to text or call for about 13 hours. Love you. I’ll text when we land. 

You check the time—12:18pm. You throw your phone down, conflicted about what to do. You can’t get those comments out of your head. The interaction with your coworker plays on a loop. You sit there analyzing everything you did in the conversation and conversations before that. You think through every interaction, word, facial expression. Felix will be home today and you don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to cry and ask him to hold you, but the other part of you doesn’t want to be clingy or a burden. Your brain is too fried to think rationally. A headache starts pounding against your skull as your thoughts move too fast to process. You peel yourself off the couch and stagger to your room. Shutting out all the blinding light and popping some aspirin, you sink into your bed, hoping that sleep will take you before these spiraling thoughts can. 

-

“Y/N, I’m back.” Felix calls as he opens the front door. No response. His brows twist in confusion. “Y/N?” Surely you’re not still at work. There’s no sound of water running, so you aren’t in the shower. He peaks in the kitchen and living room, both of which are empty. As he slowly opens the bedroom door, his voice softens, “Y/N? Angel?” The light from the hallway faintly illuminates the dark bedroom. Sitting curled up in the duvet, is a you sized lump. “Angel?” Felix lightly sets his bag down, gently walking over. Your back is turned to where he can’t see your face. He lightly places a hand on you immediately jolting you awake. As soon as you whip around to look at him, his face drops. Your eyes are red rimmed and puffy, tear stains still on your cheeks. The exhaustion hangs heavy under your eyes. His hand gently cups your face, “My love, what’s wrong?” 

His warm touch and deep soothing voice is all it takes for you to break. You practically leap into his arms and bury your face in his shoulder. He gently holds you close, his hand moving to stroke your hair. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but just holds you while you wet his shirt with tears. He carefully moves so that he is sitting on the bed with you in his lap. With every sob, Felix can feel his heart break a little more. He hates seeing you so hurt. 

Your muffled broken voice vibrates against his shoulder, “I’m sorry.” 

He knits his brows in confusion, “For what, love? You have nothing to be sorry about.” 

You shake your head against his shoulder, your breathing heavy and uneven, “Ye-Yes, I do. I-I…” You start hyperventilating. 

Felix gently moves you to make eye contact, his hands cupping your face, “Y/N, I need you to breathe.” He takes a deep breath in, “With me.”  You take a shaky breath in. “That’s it. In and out.”

He slowly breathes with you until you eventually stabilize. Your voice comes out tiny and rough, “I’m sorry.” 

He looks at you with confused and concerned eyes, “Why, my love?”

“Because I-I’m a bad girlfriend,” You sniffle.

“Why would you ever think that?”

“Because I’m clingy and I am mean and I dim your sunshine...”

His expression shifts between confused and frustrated at whatever made you think this, “Angel, what do you mean? You aren’t clingy or mean. You are my sunshine.”

“No,” You look down, guilt and insecurity spilling out of you, “I’m not your sunshine. I’m not anybody’s sunshine. I’m sarcastic and pessimistic. I do things like call you dramatic and cheesy. I am so judgmental and only see the worst in things. But you are so kind and bright. You have a smile that lights up the room and you love everyone and are nice to everyone. You care so deeply about people. When you are tired after a long day at the studio, you still think of me instead of yourself. I’m like a shadow, a leech sucking the light out of you. I took away your one day off by making you go to brunch. I acted like a child when you were packing to leave and I distracted you, not letting you go. You took your few minutes of rest to call me and you were going to stay up to call me. You already do so much and work so hard. I’m just adding to that burden.” You finally look up at him to see tears sliding down his cheeks. You wipe them away, more tears falling down your own cheeks, “And look, now I’ve made you cry.” 

“Oh my lovely angel,” His voice is soft, barely a whisper, “I love you so much. I hate that you see yourself this way because it is so not true.”

“But it is true. You have been so tired lately and I can’t help wondering if that is my fault.” 

He leans forward, placing a quick but lingering kiss on your lips. The taste of salt evident from both your tears, “You are the only reason I have energy. You aren’t a shadow or a leech. You are a beautiful, caring, amazing woman. You are the one who insists on cooking at the end of a terrible day. You are the one who makes sure I eat, even when I don’t feel like it. You are the reason I can survive hard days, the reason I have any energy at all. You say my smile lights up a room, but yours lights up my whole world. You say I’m kind, but you are the one who puts up with my schedule and job, who works so hard to take care of me, despite how you are feeling. You care deeply about people too. Your sarcasm and jokes are part of what I love about you. I know you don’t mean it and despite how much you try to hide it, I can see the smile tugging at your lips every time. I see the way your eyes linger and your features soften. You know what I think whenever I look at you? I think, wow how am I so lucky to have such a beautiful and amazing girlfriend.”

“But I take up your time, your breaks.” 

“You aren’t taking away my break or rest. You are my break and rest. A single hug from you is more refreshing than any time off I could take. You aren’t a burden. You release all the burdens from my shoulders. Coming home to you after a long day is the only thing that keeps me going. One touch, one smile from you and I feel like my whole world is calm and right again.”

“I’m so clingy though.”

“You’re clingy? If one of us is clingy, it’s me. You think I don’t want to constantly be around you? Or constantly hug you?” “When I’m interrupting you, like when you were packing. You asked me to stop but I didn’t.”

“You know why I asked you to stop? Because I would have given up that entire trip to sit in your arms for days: to hold you, kiss you. When you touch me, I have to hold myself back otherwise I’ll never let you go. I feel the absence of your hand in mine, of your presence. I had trouble falling asleep these past few days because you weren’t there.”

Your eyes snap to look at his, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, you did everything right by becoming my safe space. With you, I don’t have to pretend. I don’t have to always be happy and smiley. I can have hard days. I can be tired. I know that I can come home and you will be waiting for me with open arms, no expectations, but only love and understanding. Without you, I have no sunshine. Without you, part of me is gone. You are my love, my light, my whole world.” 

“You’re mine too,” your voice is barely a whisper.

He gives you that soft smile and now you are sure that it is meant for you and you alone. He closes the distance, his lips landing on yours. The kiss tastes like salt and passion. A promise to be each others forever. He pulls back, leaning his forehead on yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

-

Later that evening, as you lie together in bed, limbs tangled with each other, Felix speaks, his deep voice soft, “If you don’t mind me asking, was there something that made you feel this way.” 

You bury your face in his chest, slightly embarrassed now that you have gained some composure, “It’s a long story.” You end up essentially summarizing the entire experience, comments, your coworker. 

“I take back what I said. You should quit your job.” You look up at him, confused. “You shouldn’t have to work with people like that.” 

“Well where am I going to work?” 

“I mean, you don’t have to work. I make enough to support both of us.” 

You freeze, part of you seriously debating his offer, “I couldn’t do that to you.” 

“Do what? Free up your time? You could come to the studio with me and go on trips with me. We would never have to be apart.” 

You look up at him, your teasing slipping back in, “Whose clingy now?”

“It’s always been me.” He says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “But you love it.”

“I do.” 

“But I’m serious. If you are okay with it, I would love for you to not have to stress about work and be able to do more things.” 

You hum into his chest, the exhaustion starting to catch up with you. Your mouth speaks before you can stop it, “I would like that. Spending more time with you sounds nice.” 

He tightens his hold on you, “Consider it done, but know that you are never going to be able to escape me.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You snuggle deeper into his chest, all of the previous comments, insecurities, and stress melting away in his warm embrace. 

[binnieverssse]

Too Late - y.jn

✿ Author: binnieverssse

✿ Summary: You and Jeongin had been secretly dating for a few months now. When supporting him at the most recent fan meet, things take a wrong turn with security and Jeongin does not handle it the way you’d hope.

✿ Pairing: jeongin x f!reader

✿ Word count: 3.1k

✿ Tags/Warnings: angst, hidden relationship, one interaction with an aggressive security guard that is worth noting here

✿ Author’s note: I originally had a slightly different idea for this concept, but the skz content as of recent made me slightly change things up :3 I hope you all enjoy!!! edit: part two is out (:

To most people, you were simply another face in the crowd. However, to Jeongin, it meant the absolute world every time he made eye contact with you throughout the event.

Sure, you didn’t tell your boyfriend how over-the-top you would be going with your outfit, but the smile on his face was enough to justify the surprise. You blended into the crowd as you wore your FoxI.Ny themed outfit paired with the new picket you had just purchased from the merch stand. When Jeongin first made eye contact with your hair pinned into little fox ears, his eyes opened wide and a faint blush adorned his cheeks - only you noticed though.

By the end of the show, your ears were ringing, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and your whole body was filled with electricity as you prepared to meet your boyfriend backstage.

It definitely felt sketchy as you followed the steps Jeongin had given you to sneak backstage. Your main goal was to ensure that no fans were watching you as you peaked your head around the different curtains and corridors.

With the venue being quite large, it took you a while - accompanied by some moments of panicky texts to Jeongin swearing you were lost - but you eventually found the spot the two of you were supposed to meet.

Jeongin said that he needed to take the after-show photos with the rest of his members before coming over to meet you. As you patiently waited, you scrolled through your phone and smiled to yourself as you rewatched the many videos you captured of your boyfriend on stage.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t even realize when another person had entered the small space.

“Excuse me?” someone with a thick accent cleared their throat, grabbing your attention. You immediately recognized him as Chan.

You had never met any of the members, but you knew each of their names by date three with Jeongin. He always spoke so highly of his hyungs, so you made it your goal to familiarize yourself with them from the beginning.

“Hey! Chan, right?” you tried playing it cool as you knew that Jeongin looked up to Chan the most.

“What are you doing back here?” Chan asked with his eyebrows furrowed together. His face was hard to read, but the mix of emotions swirling through his eyes was hard to miss.

“Oh, Jeongin-“ you tried to explain, but you were immediately interrupted.

“Who let you back here?” Another question from Chan.

“Jeongin-“

“Cut that out,” Chan rolled his eyes. It was at this moment that you realized he had no clue who you were. “I’m calling security.”

“No! Wait!” you began to plead in a panic. “Where’s Jeongin? He can explain all of this, I swear.”

“The last thing that I’m doing is bringing him in here,” Chan grumbled as he aggressively typed away on his phone.

“Let me text him. I promise that security doesn’t need to be involved in this,” you try to respond calmly, but your anxiety was beginning to peak through. With extremely shaky hands, you tried sending Jeongin three texts back-to-back, but, of course, none of them went through.

Chan is getting more agitated by the minute. Truthfully, you can’t blame him. With your attire and lack of prior interactions, you likely look like a huge stalker in his eyes.

Unfortunately, security arrives before Jeongin gets the chance to. Your breathing goes shallow as you see a man that is easily double your size round the corner. When Jeongin doesn’t follow behind, you start to lose any hope in providing your side of the story.

“I’m assuming this is what you were talking about,” the security staff speaks directly to Chan, not even bothering to address you as an individual. Chan simply nods in response.

“Sir, I promise that this is a huge misunderstanding,” you try to communicate as you feel yourself shrink under his presence.

“How did you get back here without any security noticing you?” he asked, completely dismissing your plea.

“My boyfriend-“ you tried explaining.

“She keeps going on and on about Jeongin. I don’t know how she got back here, but I’d prefer if you got her out before he shows up. I’m not letting him get hurt on my watch,” Chan defensively states, cutting you off yet again.

Your stomach churns. You can tell that Chan’s intentions are pure, but the reality of the situation is quite the opposite. He only wants to protect his youngest member; he doesn’t realize that he’s hurting someone Jeongin loves.

“Alright, you’re coming with me,” the security guard grumbles before wrapping one large hand around your wrist. His grip is unrelenting and immediately burns to the touch.

“Can you wait literally one more minute?” you ask with a small voice, tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“What’s going on here?” The man of the hour finally arrives.

You notice Chan pinch the bridge of his nose as Jeongin walks into the room.

“Jeongin,” you sigh in relief, “could you please tell this man-“

“Not another word from you,” security spat at you. The grip on your wrist only tightened. You were sure to have bruises tomorrow.

“Jeongin, do you know this girl?” Chan asked even though his voice revealed how little he believed your story.

Jeongin did the worst possible thing he could’ve done in this moment: he froze.

Jeongin didn’t say a single word as he took in the scene before him. His eyes were darting between a frustrated Chan, the overly dedicated security guard, and his girlfriend, ever so small in this giant bubble of turmoil.

“Just get her out of here, please,” Chan muttered before placing a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder.

When Jeongin didn’t say anything, you knew he wouldn’t be standing up for you. That realization hurt way more than the grip on your wrist.

The sobs escaped before you even left the room. As the security guard roughly pushed you toward the exit, you caught one last glimpse of Jeongin in the room. His eyes were full of sorrow as he allowed Chan to usher him away from the situation.

What made this especially unforgivable was Jeongin’s willingness to just allow this to happen.

Before allowing you to leave the venue, security had to file some paperwork to ensure that you wouldn’t be allowed into any future shows. This was totally ridiculous, but you were the only person who could be on your side; Jeongin was too much of a coward it seemed.

As they snapped your picture, any sense of dignity you had left dissipated. It felt like a humiliation ritual as the flash of the camera caught every tear that stained your face - every tear that would undoubtedly be shared with all of Jeongin’s staff.

At the end of it all, you were thrown onto the cold, dark streets of Incheon.

Your original plan was to attend all four days of the fanmeeting. You had booked a hotel for both weekends, not really wanting to take an hour long train ride to and from Seoul each weekend.

The second you entered your hotel room, seeing Jeongin was the last thing that was on your mind. All you could think about was the utter humiliation and disappointment you continued to feel. The pain that settled in your chest only got deeper as the minutes passed.

It only took you twenty minutes of crying alone in your hotel room to decide to pack up and go home early. First thing in the morning, you would cancel your hotel booking for next week and catch an earlier train to get home slightly quicker.

After changing out of your event-attire, you threw on some comfortable clothes and laid your head on the pillow. The exhaustion from the disappointment and tears caused you to fall asleep instantly.

When you woke up the following morning, your body hurt all over. You had a headache from a mixture of crying and dehydration, your wrist did in fact have a perfect bruise from yesterday’s grasp, and your heart was utterly shattered from everything that happened.

When grabbing your phone to check the time, you noticed an array of missed calls and texts mostly from Jeongin.

Baby Foxyyy

Baby, I am so sorry about what happened.

I panicked when I saw what was going on.

Please tell me that you made it to your hotel safely.

I wish you had told me what hotel you were staying at. I want to be there to hold you.

I explained everything to the staff and the rest of the band.

Chan nearly beat me when he realized how stupid I was to let security just take you away.

I guess I deserve that.

Since I talked to staff, you’re good to still come to tonight’s show.

I even have some staff that will personally escort you backstage this time.

I promise I won’t let that happen ever again.

I love you, precious.

You rolled your eyes and left Jeongin on read. No amount of apologizing would account for the emptiness you felt in your heart right now.

Alongside Jeongin’s messages, you noticed you had a few from an unknown number as well.

Unknown ID

Hey. This is Chan.

I wanted to reach out and personally apologize to you.

If I would have known that you weren’t some crazy fan, I would have never treated you with such disrespect.

I honestly didn’t know Jeongin even had a girlfriend.

I am so sorry that I had such a poor first impression on you. I hope to make it up to you in the future.

If you need anything, please let me know.

Especially if you need me to knock some sense into the maknae…

I hope you’re having a better night.

Once again, I am so so so sorry.

Though you felt completely betrayed by Jeongin, you couldn’t put any blame on Chan. He was only doing what he thought was right. You decided to ignore Jeongin but send a simple reply to Chan. At the very least, someone would know that you were still alive.

I don’t blame you for what you did. I actually appreciate how you stand up for Jeongin.

Thank you for reaching out. Enjoy your second show tonight.

More tears managed to spill out as you turned your phone off. Determined to leave the city and put yourself in a better mindset, you stood up and gathered the very last bit of your belongings.

Thankfully, canceling the hotel and transferring your train ticket was effortless. It’s the least the universe could do for you after going through such a difficult time.

During the hour long train ride, Jeongin never stopped texting you.

Baby Foxyyy

I can’t wait to see you tonight!

I didn’t get to tell you how cute your outfit was last night.

I can’t wait to tell you to your face tonight.

I love you so much!

While you did read each message, you didn’t bother to reply to any.

Once you made it back to Seoul, the last thing you wanted was to be alone. You immediately texted your best friend and had her meet you at your apartment.

You cried the entire time you relayed the story to her. You didn’t hesitate to share every detail as Jeongin had already met your friends. The realization that you shared your personal life with Jeongin while he couldn’t even bother to show his bandmates what you looked like had you sobbing more.

Your friend summarized it best as she said, “Men aren’t shit.”

As it was nearing time for the fanmeet to start, your mind was far away from Jeongin. You had settled on the couch and were binging your comfort show alongside your best friend and some takeout. It wasn’t until your phone began buzzing around 7:00 PM that you even thought back to where you originally intended to be this night.

Baby Foxyyy

Baby?

Where are you?

We’re about halfway finished and I don’t see you in your seat.

Unfortunately, your empathy caused guilt to crawl in your stomach. As little as you wanted to talk to Jeongin tonight, you hated the thought of him not knowing the truth.

I am back home.

I left this morning.

Don’t look for me at the show, I won’t be there.

You turned your phone off and decided to not check it again until you were at least finished with the episode playing in front of you.

It was hard to focus as the little voice in the back of your mind kept taunting you with guilt. All that you could think about was how Jeongin must be feeling. You knew that he would have to fake it on stage, but how well could he mask his emotions? Would he even see your text before going back on stage? Would fans know that something is wrong?

It’s funny and ironic that you feel this way, seeing as he held no regard for your feelings yesterday night.

Before the episode even finished, you felt your phone buzz with an incoming call. Picking up your phone, you were met with his contact photo: an image of the two of you totally enveloped in one another’s presence. Jeongin was smiling at you like he was head over heels. The smile that accompanied your face mirrored the love radiating from your boyfriend.

Hesitantly, you stared at the phone before standing up.

“I’m going to take this real quick,” you explained to your friend as you walked toward your balcony for some privacy.

“If you need me to kick some ass, let me know,” she replied, causing you to puff out a small laugh.

“Baby, what do you mean you’re home?” Jeongin frantically asked the second you accepted the call.

“I’m home. Simple as that,” you replied dryly.

“I told you that I fixed everything though! I explained everything to security. You could’ve come to the show tonight,” Jeongin’s voice was squeaky as he desperately tried to explain.

“I didn’t want to go to the show tonight, Jeongin. Not after last night.” There was no sense in sugarcoating anything.

“I’m so sorry, baby. You’ve got to believe me,” Jeongin pleaded. “I felt so stupid once I explained to Chan that you really were my girlfriend and not some crazy stay.”

“You should feel stupid,” you spoke before you could even think about how your words would affect Jeongin. “Imagine how I felt. That was humiliating, Jeongin.”

“I know. I can’t imagine what it was like to be in your shoes. I will apologize every day for not speaking up.”

“Your apology doesn’t get rid of the pain I went through - physically and emotionally. It sure as hell doesn’t make the bruise on my wrist fade any faster,” you bickered. You immediately regretted mentioning the bruise. You know that, deep down, you only brought it up in hopes to hurt Jeongin.

“Bruise? Did the security guard do that to you?” Jeongin’s voice sounded broken as he soaked in your words. “I’m so sorry that I let anyone lay a finger on you.” There was no denying the sound of sniffling accompanying his words as he began to cry.

“You can’t go back and change what happened,” you sighed.

“No, but I can fix things. I already fixed the misunderstanding with staff. What else can I do? Please let me know how I can fix this,” Jeongin whimpered into the phone.

“Jeongin, it’s too late. There’s nothing you can do,” you tried to sound assertive, but your voice wavered nonetheless. “No amount of apologies or rectifications will make me forgive you for this. You have no clue how much it hurt to see you act like you didn’t have a clue who I was. The fact that Chan didn’t even know I existed? That really shows me how much I mean to you.”

“No, baby. You mean so much to me. You mean more than words can even express,” Jeongin hiccuped through his words. “I told each of the boys all about you last night. I showed them so many photos and videos. I’m confident that they already love you just based on how much I love you.”

It was really hard to stand your ground, but you refused to be the type of partner to just dismiss your own feelings.

“Jeongin, you’re too late,” you reiterated. “I’m not sure that I want to see you for a little bit. That’s why I’m home instead of in Incheon.”

“Are you breaking up with me? Please don’t let my stupidity break us apart,” Jeongin begged as his tears streamed faster.

Truthfully, you didn’t have the intention of breaking up with him. However, you weren’t sure what you wanted. All that you knew is that you needed space.

“I canceled my hotel for next week. You should give my ticket away to your mother. I know she misses you,” you replied, not directly answering his question.

“Y/N, baby. Please don’t leave me,” Jeongin’s voice was wrecked with sobs.

You were speechless as your own tears streamed down your face yet again. You didn’t want to reassure him that everything would be fine, because you honestly didn’t know if it would be. You hoped that time and distance would heal your wounds, but you weren’t one to make promises you couldn’t keep.

“Jeongin, you’re back on in ten minutes,” a voice distinctly called from the background of Jeongin’s side of the phone.

“Wait. I need more-“

“Jeongin, you need to get back to work,” you cut him off as he intended to ask for more time. “Go get your makeup fixed and put on a smile for the fans. God knows you can’t disappoint them.”

“Y/N, I-“

“Jeongin. The world isn’t going to stop spinning. You have responsibilities - that’s okay,” you slightly reassured him. “We can pick up this conversation at a later date. I’m not sure if or when I’ll be ready to see you or talk to you again, but we are not finishing this conversation now. Go do your job.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much,” his voice cracked as he finally relented and professed his love for you.

“Goodbye, Jeongin,” was all you replied before hanging up the phone.

Wounds take time to heal.

You would need more time before confronting the mountain of smaller issues that were uncovered by this one small event.

For now, you would have to be content with the world that existed right before you - not the one that was unfolding miles away in another city.

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[hwanghhjinie]

BRUISES 🩹 (2)

STRAY KIDS x 9TH MEMBER FEM READER

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ angst. comfort. read part one here!

The truth explodes in a tense meeting, exposing the abuse. When the manager lashes out at her, the boys snap—shielding her instantly, shutting everything down, and making it clear no one will ever touch her again.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜

The next morning feels wrong before it even starts.

No one jokes. No one bickers. Even breakfast is quiet—too quiet for nine people who usually can’t go five minutes without someone arguing over something stupid.

You sit there with your hands wrapped around a mug you’re not drinking from, the faint sting on your lip still there, the bruise darker now despite the ice packs Hyunjin pressed to your cheek until late last night.

Across from you, Chan is already dressed.

Not practice-ready.

Meeting-ready.

That’s how you know this isn’t something that’s going to be brushed off.

“Eat something, baby girl,” he says gently, setting a plate of your favorite toast and fruit in front of you. His voice is soft, the same tone he uses when he knows you’re overwhelmed.

You nod, but don’t touch it.

Minho notices immediately. Of course he does.

Without a word, he quietly switches your plate with his own, sliding the warmer portion toward you like maybe if it comes from him, you’ll feel safe enough to eat. His eyes linger on your bruised cheek for a second too long before he looks away, jaw tight.

You don’t eat much, but the small gesture makes your chest ache with warmth.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The company building feels colder than usual.

Or maybe it’s just you.

Or maybe it’s the way all eight of them walk around you—not in front, not behind, but around, like some unspoken human shield.

Changbin stays on your left, shoulders squared. Hyunjin hovers on your right, one hand lightly brushing your sleeve every few steps as if to remind you he’s there. Felix walks just behind you, close enough that you can feel his comforting presence, while Jisung and Seungmin flank the back, scanning every hallway like they expect danger at any corner. Jeongin stays glued to your side, his usual playful energy replaced by quiet determination.

You’re not walking in alone.

Not anymore.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The meeting room is already full when you enter.

Executives. Managers. Staff.

And them.

The ones responsible.

You drop your gaze immediately, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.

Chan notices right away.

His hand brushes against your arm—not obvious to anyone else, just enough pressure to ground you.

You’re here. I’ve got you, baby girl.

You sit between him and Minho.

You don’t miss how the others position themselves—close, tense, eyes scanning the room like they’re already expecting something to go wrong. Changbin sits directly across from the manager, glaring openly. Felix keeps one hand resting near yours on the table, ready to hold it the second you need it.

The door shuts.

The meeting starts.

At first, it’s all corporate.

Carefully worded sentences. Neutral tones. “Concerns.” “Clarifications.” “Internal review.”

It makes you feel sick.

Like what happened to you is being reduced to bullet points on a slide.

Until Chan speaks.

“We’re not here for a discussion,” he says, voice calm—but there’s steel underneath it that makes the entire room go still. “We’re here because one of our members was physically harmed. Repeatedly.”

No sugarcoating.

No softening.

The shift is immediate.

Some of the staff shift uncomfortably in their seats. Others glance at each other nervously.

And then,

“It seems there may have been some misunderstandings—”

“Misunderstanding?” Changbin cuts in, a bitter laugh escaping him, but there’s no humor in it at all. “You call hitting our maknae in the face a misunderstanding?”

Seungmin leans forward, eyes sharp and cold. “Would you like us to define it more clearly? Or should we show you the photos we took last night? Or some CCTV footage?”

The tension spikes so fast the air feels thick.

You shrink slightly in your seat, shoulders curling inward.

Chan notices again.

He always does.

His hand finds yours under the table, squeezing once—warm, steady, protective.

You’re safe. We’re right here.

Questions start coming your way.

Gentle at first from the executives who seem genuinely concerned.

Then more direct.

“How often did this occur?”

“Who was involved?”

“Were there witnesses?”

Your throat feels tight, the cut on your lip pulling painfully as you speak.

You answer anyway.

Quietly.

Carefully.

Every word feels like stepping on broken glass.

But you don’t stop.

Because every time your voice wavers, someone shifts closer.

Because every time you hesitate, someone’s hand tightens somewhere around you, grounding you.

Because you’re not alone anymore.

Then the names come out.

And everything changes.

The manager.

The specific staff members who had slapped, shoved, and grabbed you when the boys weren’t around.

You don’t look at them.

But you feel the way the room turns icy.

The way your eight members go dangerously still.

The manager scoffs.

Actually scoffs.

“This is being blown out of proportion,” he says, leaning back in his chair like he’s bored. “Discipline is part of training. She’s just being sensitive.”

The word hits harder than any slap.

Sensitive.

Like the pain didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.

Before you can even react—

“What?”

Minho’s voice is low.

Too low.

The kind that makes people freeze in place.

The manager shrugs. “I said—”

“I heard you,” Minho cuts in, slowly standing up. Controlled. “I just want to make sure everyone else in this room heard it too.”

“Sit down,” one of the executive side interjects quickly.

But it’s too late.

Because now Changbin is standing too, fists clenched at his sides.

And Jisung.

And Hyunjin.

“Discipline?” Changbin repeats, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. “You think hitting her in the face is discipline?”

The room erupts.

Voices overlapping.

Tension snapping like a live wire.

You flinch hard—

And instantly, Chan is there.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs, turning his body slightly toward you, blocking part of your view with his broad shoulders. One hand comes up to gently cup the side of your uninjured cheek. “It’s okay. Don’t look at him. Look at me. You’re safe.”

You nod, even though your chest is tight and your breathing is shallow.

Seungmin leans in from your other side, voice soft and trembling with restrained anger. “We’re right here, baby. He can’t touch you.”

The meeting spirals after that.

No more careful wording.

No more politeness.

Evidence gets brought up—your statements, the photos of your injuries, CCTV footages, even quiet testimonies from a couple of junior staff who had seen things but were too scared to speak before.

The company representatives start shifting sides fast when it becomes clear this isn’t something that can be buried.

You barely process most of it.

Until…

“It would be best if you step out,” one of the higher-ups tells the manager coldly.

Silence falls.

Then the scrape of a chair.

He stands.

You feel it before you see it.

That shift in the air.

Your stomach drops.

Because something about the way he moves…it’s wrong. Too angry. Too familiar.

He starts toward the door.

Then stops.

Turns.

And looks straight at you with pure venom.

Your breath catches.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters, shaking his head. “All this drama because you couldn’t handle a little pressure, you weak little—”

And then he steps toward you.

Fast.

Too fast.

Your body reacts before your brain does—you freeze completely, heart slamming against your ribs.

But you don’t even get a second to process it.

Because eight people move at once.

“Don’t—!”

Chairs scrape loudly as they shove back from the table.

Chan is in front of you immediately, his body a solid wall between you and the manager.

Minho grabs your arm gently but firmly, pulling you behind him while stepping forward.

Changbin moves like lightning, stepping directly into the man’s path, chest puffed out. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Seungmin snaps, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Don’t you dare take another step toward her.”

The manager doesn’t stop.

“Move,” he snarls, reaching forward as if to grab you past the barrier of bodies.

And that’s it.

“Don’t touch her!”

Chan’s voice cracks through the room, loud and furious in a way you’ve never heard before—raw, protective, almost broken with rage.

He shoves the man back hard with both hands.

The room explodes into chaos.

Staff rushing in from the hallway.

People shouting.

But the boys don’t back down.

Not even a single step.

Hyunjin is instantly at your side, one arm hovering protectively in front of you while his other hand rests lightly on your shoulder, thumb stroking soothing circles. “It’s okay, love. Breathe. We’ve got you.”

Felix’s hand finds yours, gripping it so tight it almost hurts, but his voice is heartbreakingly soft. “hey, you’re safe. I promise.”

Jisung is yelling something fierce you can’t even fully hear over the noise, but his free hand is gently rubbing your back, trying to ground you.

Jeongin stands close on your other side, his usually bright eyes dark with anger as he shields you. “Stay behind us, baby.”

Minho doesn’t move an inch from his position in front of you.

He just stares the manager down like if the man takes one more step, it’s over.

“You’re done,” Minho says coldly, voice dripping with ice. “You’re not going anywhere near our maknae ever again.”

Security finally bursts in, grabbing the manager, pulling him back as he struggles and keeps shouting insults.

But his voice fades down the hallway.

The door shuts behind him.

And just like that, he’s gone.

The room falls silent again.

But it’s not the same silence as before.

This one feels… final. Like something heavy has been lifted.

You’re shaking.

You don’t even realize it until Chan turns around fully and cups your face with both hands—careful, so careful not to press on the bruise.

“Hey, baby girl,” he says, softer now, forehead almost resting against yours. “You’re okay. He’s gone. He’ll never come near you again. I swear.”

You nod, tears slipping down despite yourself.

Felix pulls you into a careful, warm hug from the side, burying his face in your hair. “We’ve got you,” he whispers, voice thick. “Always. No one hurts you and gets away with it.”

“Never again,” Jisung adds, voice still unsteady as he gently wipes your tears with his sleeve.

Changbin exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before stepping over to ruffle your hair softly. “He shouldn’t have even gotten that close. I’m sorry we let it go this far.”

“He won’t again,” Seungmin says firmly, but his eyes are gentle when they meet yours. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Minho finally turns back to you, his hard expression melting the moment he sees your face. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, unusually tender. “Next time,” he mutters, quieter, “you don’t wait this long to tell us. Okay? We’re your family. Protecting you is our job.”

You manage a small, shaky nod.

Chan squeezes your shoulder, pulling you gently against his side. “There won’t be a next time. From now on, we’re watching every single person who comes near you. You’re safe with us. Always.”

And for the first time since all of this started, you believe him completely.

The boys stay glued to you for the rest of the day—soft touches, quiet reassurances, and fierce promises whispered whenever you look even a little scared. They cancel the rest of the schedule without hesitation.

You come first.

Always.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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[hwanghhjinie]

BRUISES 🩹

STRAY KIDS x 9TH MEMBER FEM READER

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ angst. comfort. requested!

As Stray Kids’ maknae, you endure secret physical abuse from staff. When the boys discover your injured face, guilt and rage explode into overprotective fury and vows to protect you.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜

The dorm felt heavier than usual that evening, the kind of weighted silence that pressed down after endless hours of practice and schedules.

Stray Kids—eight boys and their ninth member, you, the maknae—were scattered around the living room like always.

Felix lounged on the couch, phone in hand, while Hyunjin doodled quietly in his sketchbook. Seungmin and Jeongin played cards at the table, their laughter soft and familiar. Minho stirred ramyeon in the kitchen, the savory smell filling the air. Changbin and Jisung debated lyrics in low voices from the corner, and Chan sat at the center of it all, focused on his laptop with that steady leader energy that grounded everyone.

You slipped through the front door last, trying to move as quietly as possible. Your oversized hoodie swallowed your frame, but the black face mask pulled high over your nose and mouth felt like the only armor you had left.

It wasn’t strange for idols to wear masks, but tonight your shoulders were hunched, your head down, every step careful not to draw attention.

You kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the hallway toward your small partitioned room, desperate to disappear.

“YN,” Chan called out gently, not looking up at first. “You’re late. We saved dinner for you. Come eat with us.”

Your heart stuttered. You mumbled through the mask, voice muffled and small. “Sorry, oppa… I’m not hungry. Long day.”

Jisung glanced up, tilting his head with that bright curiosity. “Mask on? Are you sick? Your voice sounds off.”

“I’m fine,” you whispered quickly, already turning away. “Just… don’t want to spread anything.”

But they weren’t letting it go so easily. Minho stepped out of the kitchen, towel in hand, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Cold? You were fine during vocal warm-ups this morning. Take the mask off, kid.”

Jeongin grinned innocently from the table. “Yeah! Let us see your face. You’re probably just being shy.”

Chan finally set his laptop aside and stood, stretching before walking over. His hand landed softly on your shoulder, warm and reassuring like always.

“Hey, maknae. It’s just us. If you’re not feeling well, we need to know. Let me see.”

The pressure built in your chest until it hurt to breathe. You’d hidden it for so long—months of bruises hidden under long sleeves, flinches during practice blamed on tiredness, tears swallowed in bathroom stalls. The staff’s growing resentment toward you as the “extra complication” in their perfectly balanced group. It started with sharp words and “accidental” shoves when no cameras were rolling.

Then came the slaps, the kicks when you cried too much or messed up a formation. Today had been the breaking point. One of the senior managers had backhanded you hard across the face after you accidentally spilled water on important documents during a rushed meeting. The sting still burned.

“One more mistake and you’re gone,” he’d hissed.

“We’ll tell everyone you’re causing drama. Stray Kids doesn’t need a ninth member dragging them down. Keep quiet or we’ll make sure you’re replaced.”

You’d spent twenty minutes in a stall afterward, dabbing at the cut on your lip and the blooming bruise on your cheek with cold water and cheap foundation that did almost nothing.

The mask was your final shield.

But now, under Chan’s gentle but insistent gaze, with all eight of them watching, you couldn’t run.

Your hands trembled as you reached up and slowly pulled the mask down.

The room froze.

Your lower lip was split open, a nasty cut crusted with dried blood, swollen and raw. A deep purple bruise spread across your left cheekbone, ugly shades of blue and yellow mottling your skin. The corner of your eye was puffy, red where the blow had landed too close.

For one agonizing second, silence.

Then chaos exploded.

“WHAT THE HELL—?!” Changbin shot to his feet so fast his chair slammed backward. His deep voice cracked with fury that made the walls seem to shake.

Hyunjin’s pencil clattered to the floor, his face paling. “You… oh my god…”

Felix’s eyes went wide with horror, his voice breaking. “YN… who did this to you?”

Seungmin stood slowly, his usual calm replaced by something cold and terrifying. “What the actual fuck?! That’s a hand mark.”

Jeongin looked like he might cry or scream, lips trembling. “YN… why does your face look like that? What happened?”

Chan’s hand on your shoulder tightened, but he was careful—always so careful with you. He gently cupped your chin, tilting your face toward the light, his thumb hovering just above the bruise without touching it, as if afraid he’d hurt you more. His warm eyes filled with a storm of shock, guilt, and raw rage.

“YN-ah… baby girl… what happened to you?”

Tears burned your eyes, stinging the cut on your lip. You tried to pull away, voice cracking. “It’s nothing, Channie. Please… just let it go—”

“Nothing?” Minho’s voice cut through like a blade. He was beside you in seconds, cat-like eyes blazing with protective fire. “That looks like someone punched you. Tell us. Right now.”

The dam inside you shattered.

You sank onto the couch, sobs ripping from your chest as you buried your face in your hands.

The boys swarmed you immediately—Changbin dropping to his knees in front, Jisung rubbing soothing circles on your back, Felix gently taking one of your hands like it was fragile glass. Their voices overlapped in a frantic wave of horror and anger.

“How long?” Chan demanded, his tone low and dangerous, the leader voice that left no room for evasion. He crouched in front of you, forcing your teary gaze to meet his. “How long has this been going on, Y/N?”

You shook your head, crying harder, the words tumbling out between broken sobs. “A… a while. Months. Since comeback prep got intense. They said I was slowing the group down. That adding a female member was a mistake—that I made everything look messy. At first it was just yelling, pushing me during off-camera practice. Then slaps. Kicks when I cried. Today… one of the managers hit me because I spilled water. He said if I told anyone, they’d kick me out. That Stray Kids would be better without the ‘burden.’ That you’d all hate me for causing drama.”

The confession poisoned the air.

Silence crashed down again, heavier than before.

Then the storm broke.

Changbin’s fist slammed into the coffee table with a crack that echoed. “Those fucking bastards— I’ll destroy them. I swear—”

“Hyung—” Jisung started, but his own voice shook with barely contained rage. The usual sunshine in his eyes had turned dark.

“Calm down?” Minho snarled, pacing like a predator ready to strike. “They’ve been putting their hands on our maknae? Our girl? While we were laughing and practicing like nothing was wrong?”

Hyunjin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, his elegant hands clenched into fists. “You’ve been suffering alone… every single day while they hurt you behind our backs.”

Felix pulled you into a careful hug, his arms trembling as he held you close, voice muffled against your hair. “Baby… why didn’t you tell us? We’re your family. We would’ve protected you. We love you—how could you think we’d ever let them kick you out? You’re Stray Kids. You’re ours.”

Jeongin was crying openly now, clinging to your side like a lifeline. “I teased you about being tired… I didn’t know. I’m sorry, yn. I’m so sorry.”

Seungmin was already reaching for his phone, knuckles white. “We’re reporting this. To JYP. To whoever we have to. No one touches you again.”

Chan hadn’t moved from his crouch. His face was a battlefield of emotions—fury, heartbreak, and crushing guilt. As the leader, he was supposed to shield all of you, especially you—the youngest, the only girl, the one who softened their edges, who stayed up late perfecting choreography with him, who made silly faces when he was exhausted. And you’d been carrying this nightmare in silence, terrified of losing the only real family you had.

“YN,” he whispered, voice cracking as he gently pulled you from the others into his arms. He cradled you against his chest like you were something precious and breakable, one hand stroking your hair with infinite tenderness while the other trembled with the effort not to lash out at the world.

“I’m so sorry. I failed you. We all did. We should’ve seen it—the way you flinched during corrections, how you disappeared after staff meetings. I thought it was just stress… God, I’m so sorry.”

You sobbed into his shirt, fists clutching the fabric as months of fear poured out. “I was scared… They said you’d resent me. That the group would lose fans or disband because of the scandal. That I was replaceable. I didn’t want to ruin everything you worked for.”

“Ruin?” Chan’s arms tightened around you, his heartbeat steady under your ear even as his voice broke. “You are everything to us. Without you, there is no Stray Kids like this. You’re our baby girl. Our heart. The one who makes us laugh when we’re dead tired, who remembers every little thing we like, who brings light to this cruel industry. They will never touch you again. I swear on everything I have.”

The protectiveness crashed over you like a wave.

Minho was already on the phone with the one manager they trusted, voice ice-cold. “Emergency meeting tomorrow. Tell the staff we’re not stepping foot in the building unless every person who ever laid a hand on her is fired. Or we all walk.”

Changbin nodded fiercely, cracking his knuckles. “If they even breathe near her—”

“No,” Chan cut in, steel in his tone as he held you closer. “From now on, none of us let her be alone with staff. We rotate. Someone is always with you—practice, meals, even walking to the car. No arguments.”

Hyunjin was already fetching ice packs and the first aid kit, his movements frantic but gentle. “Stay still, baby. Let me clean that lip. It looks painful…”

Felix refused to release your hand, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “We’ll cancel schedules if we need to. Just us. A break. Healing. No one else.”

Seungmin and Jeongin stayed glued to your sides like personal guards—Jeongin whispering fierce promises “I’ll fight anyone who tries to hurt you, our maknae”, while Seungmin quietly looked up legal steps, his calm fury chilling.

You cried through every gentle touch—the ice on your cheek from Hyunjin, Chan’s steady arms, Jisung’s soft jokes mixed with real tears, Minho’s rare soft smile as he adjusted your blanket.

It felt like safety after months of walking on broken glass.

But the anger simmered underneath, dark and unrelenting.

Later that night, after a private doctor visit arranged through trusted channels, the boys turned your room into a fortress. You were tucked into bed, surrounded by them—Chan on one side, Minho on the other, the rest piled on the floor with blankets and pillows, refusing to leave.

Chan brushed hair from your forehead, eyes still haunted. “Tomorrow we crash out. Full meeting with the higher-ups. They fix this—fire every abusive staff member, apologize properly, and give you real protection—or we make it public. We don’t care about the fallout. You come first, always.”

You sniffled, exhausted but wrapped in their warmth for the first time in what felt like forever. “What if they really try to kick me out?”

Changbin leaned over, voice a deep vow. “Then we all leave with you. Stray Kids isn’t Stray Kids without our ninth member. Without you.”

Jisung nodded, eyes blazing. “Let them try. They’ll have to go through all eight of us.”

Minho smirked, though pain lingered in his gaze. “And trust me, kitten… we hit back harder.”

As you finally drifted off, safe in their protective circle, the boys stayed awake, whispering plans and sharing the heavy guilt that would take time to ease. The industry was brutal, but you weren’t facing it alone anymore.

Stray Kids had always been a pack.

Now, with their maknae hurt, they became something fiercer—a family ready to burn the world down to keep you safe.

And no one would ever lay a hand on you again.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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[hyvnesangel]

🕰️ ━━━━━━ car rides

synopsis ᜊ‧₊˚ you had been teasing him all day, he’s too impatient to wait until you’re home

wc ᜊ‧₊˚ 1k

warnings ᜊ‧₊˚ SMUT, piv, car sex, bit of nipple play

a/n ᜊ‧₊˚ by day i’m clocked in at the job factory by night im writing filthy smut i feel like batman

he opened and closed his hands in his lap, trying his hardest to calm himself down. but how could he? hyunjin had taken the decency to invite you to the studio with him and the boys and yet here you are, bent over the counter for only him to see. and what made it worse, you were wearing the tiniest skirt any man had ever seen.

you reached around, pretending to itch your hip as you hitched up your skirt a bit higher, knowing hyunjin was staring. with the new movement, your lace thong was just visible enough to make your boyfriends cock twitch in his pants, his hands immediately folding in his lap to try and hide his growing erection.

you hummed something in response to whatever chan was talking about, not really paying attention as you slightly swayed your hips, putting on the show of a lifetime for the man behind you. hyunjin groaned behind you, he tried his best to cover it with a cough, but you heard it. you knew how riled up he was.

the rest of the studio session went by unbearably slow for hyunjin, each second felt like hours as you kept teasing. purposely holding yourself in a way that pushed your boobs together, sticking your ass in his face just for a second so no one else notices. everytime the rest of the boys were distracted and you were peacefully sitting next to hyunjin, he would lean over and calmh whisper in your ear as to not draw any attention.

“just wait until we’re alone.”

you clenched your thighs, your core getting noticeably wetter with his words and he noticed, smirking a little as his hand reached out and gave your thigh a little squeeze.

when it was time to finally go home, you two damn near ran to the car, almost tripping over your feet to get there as soon as possible. you giggled when you guys were finally inside the car, leaning over the console to press a sweet kiss to hyunjins lips, but he deepened it as his hands gripped the back of your head.

you gasped into his mouth, feeling his tongue slip in yours, exploring what was now his territory.

you pulled away for a second, “seriously? you want to have sex here? won’t we get caught?”

he raised an eyebrow and scoffed playfully, “so now you’re worried about being caught? you should be more shocked i didn’t bend you over the couch and fuck you in front of the boys with the way you were acting.”

you blushed but tried to play it off like you didn’t know what he was talking about, “what do you mean?”

his lingering hands crawled up under your shirt, fighting with your bra as he leaned back in close to your lips, “pushing your boobs up in front of my face? moving your hips like a stripper?” he leaned in even closer, “how about when you showed off that pretty pink thong with everyone around?” his lips captured yours back in a kiss.

his fight with your bra was proved to be successful as it unclipped and he urgently moved to take off your shirt. you whimpered a little when the kiss had to be broken so the two of you could strip, leaving you in nothing but your thong and hyunjin in just his shirt.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about hyune.” you giggled, trying to act as clueless as possible.

he just grumbled under his breath as he pushed your soaked thong to the side, your arousal coating your folds and he nearly moaned at the sight.

“fuck muse, you have no idea how hard your teasing has left me all day,” he rubbed his tip against your clit, watching as you bit your lip trying to suppress your moans, “been needing to fuck this pretty cunt all day long.”

his hands trailed up to your hips, guiding you to slowly sit on his length. you moaned out freely now, throwing your head back as you felt your cunt get stretched out. he reached up to grab your boobs as you started to lift up off his cock and back down, your wetness coating him and dripping down to his balls.

“hyune,” you gasped out, sitting up as you grinded on him so you could lift up his shirt just enough to reveal his abs, “fuck…it feels so good.”

he whimpered out as you lifted your hips up so his tip was about to pop out before slamming back down, “muse you’re gonna..ngh, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep fucking me like that.” hyunjin leaned forward, pressing your back into the steering wheel as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently.

your hands tangled themselves in his hair, gently pushing his head closer and closer to your chest as your high approached. your grinds grew sloppy as you got closer and closer and hyunjin took it upon himself to lean back in his seat, lifting his hips up slightly, so he could fuck into you.

to try and keep your balance, your hands grabbed at his shoulders, leaning in to make out sloppily as the sound of skin slapping filled the car. a string of curses left your lips as your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“gonna cum! gonna cum hyune, please don’t stop!”

he gripped your ass and held you down on his cock as he came inside your pussy with a loud moan. you cried out as your orgasm came soon after, twitching slightly as you felt his cock soften inside your soft walls. your body was exhausted and you let yourself slump against his chest, your head rising and falling which every small pant he let out.

in his usual sweet nature, one hand rested on the back of your head, smoothing your hair as his other hand rubbed small circles on your back, mumbling about how good you did and you always treat him so well. you look up, pressing a gentle kiss to his soft and swollen lips and grinned, “thank you for that jinnie, it was amazing.”

he giggled and his grip on you tightened slightly as he held you closer, “you can tease me anytime anyday if it means we can have sex like that after.”