You fought the urge to slink around Hyunjin’s apartment like a scaredy cat.
I have the right to be here, you thought to yourself as you tiptoed down the hall from Hyunjin’s bedroom to the apartment’s bathroom, embarrassed by your own shyness.
You hated it when your friend with benefits had roommates. You’d much rather be breezing through the house in a silk robe and lingerie, waiting tits-out and shameless for your latest fling to come home from class.
College life, however, had stolen many joys from you, one of which was the luxury of complete privacy during your hookups. The only place you could have your tits out here was the shower, or in Hyunjin’s room with the door closed.
You couldn’t remember the last time you visited anyone your own age – regular friends included- with their own apartment. No; it was always some two-to-five-bedroom bullshit with communal bathrooms, standard dorm kitchens that were always a chaotic mess of protein bars and boxed mac, decor- if there were any- an ugly mixture of different styles and tastes.
Hyunjin wasn’t like that, though, you assured yourself. Besides the fact that you hadn’t stooped as low as fucking in a bunk bed since your friend with benefits arrangement started over a year ago, Hyunjin was a legacy alumnus at your university, which meant he was old money.
His apartment, unsurprisingly, was nice, for what it was -– it smelled like boys in there, and the fridge was barren save for several cans of beer and an ancient bowl of Kimchi, but it was pretty clean. The rooms were spacious, there was great lighting, the shower had fantastic water pressure which you made good use of once or twice, and he only had one roommate –- some studious music major who apparently was also a legacy student that you had yet to run into during your countless visits thus far.
All-in-all, Hyunjin’s place was a far cry from some of the absolutely wretched places you’d deigned fit to get laid.
Anyway.
You reached the bathroom, its door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open with your phone and a towel in hand. A message from Hyunjin lit up the screen, the text preview gleaming with a handful of stupid, cute emojis and a private image attachment. You smirked – maybe waiting for him to come home won’t be so boring after all –
“Ah,” came a voice directly in front of you, from just beyond where your vision had tunneled onto your screen.
You yelped and lost your grip on your phone, fumbling until it fell from your grasp.
“Fuck!” you swore, panic rendering you at a loss for more eloquent words, because standing in front of you was –must’ve been – Hyunjin’s roommate. You’d caught him shaving in front of the foggy bathroom mirror, razor in hand, half his chin still coated in a fine white foam.
But it wasn’t his sharp pointed nose or cutting jawline that had you sputtering, seconds away from erupting in a nosebleed. It was the fact that he was not wearing a fucking shred of clothing besides an absolutely tiny towel around his waist – his freaking waist; lithe, v-line defined and prominent, pale in the light of the bathroom lamp, with beads of water shimmering at the curve of his hipbone, across the lightest dusting of brown hair trailing down his tight muscled stomach. That had to be a 6 pack or more...
“Sorry,” you said, quickly averting your eyes and backing out of the doorway. “Oh, my god...”
“No, no...” said the roommate, “I’m sorry, I-”
“Didn’t think anyone was in here, my bad-” you rambled on.
“No, I thought no one was home-” he said almost at the same time, looking comical with half his face covered in shaving cream.
“I’m so sorry, I’m gonna go...”
And you turned on your heels and ran, cheeks flaming with heat. Hyunjin’s room wasn’t far, and you slammed his door behind you with a panicked huff, your heart hammering.
Jesus Christ.
You were shaking, and it wasn’t as if you were a quaking virgin, or anything; the man in the bathroom wasn’t the first beautiful, almost-naked person you’d ever seen, or even the first person (or persons) you’d accidentally barged in on in a state of undress. It’s just that you’d been vividly picturing Hyunjin’s roommate as a scrawny, socially-awkward shut-in wearing ill-fitting cargo shorts and a polo – but definitely not a half-naked, unbelievably, sexy brunette.
“What’s your roommate like?” you remembered asking Hyunjin one evening as you lazed around in his bed together.
You had asked mostly to get his attention, not because you particularly cared. Hyunjin had rolled his eyes, casting his phone aside to intertwine his hand with yours, bringing it up to his lips, and kissing it.
“He’s, like, boring,” he’d said against the back of your hand. “A dork, to be honest. Very academic. He can be a menace when he wants to, though.”
And you, more than a little distracted by the feeling of Hyunjin’s lips brushing against the delicate skin of your inner wrist... then, your arm... then, your collarbone- you’d dropped the subject, opting instead to pull Hyunjin down for a sloppy kiss.
Your fucking mistake, because you were woefully unprepared for–
The gentle sound of a knock behind you cut off your train of thoughts,
You froze; eyes wide as you whirled around to face the door. You knew it was Hyunjin’s roommate.
What could he want? wasn’t he also embarrassed? Shouldn’t he have been busy flaming Hyunjin in a text message, demanding to know why he left his hookup hidden around the house like a land mine–
“Your phone,” came a muffled voice from outside. “You left your phone in the bathroom.”
Shit. You tapped around your empty pockets. Shit!
You took a deep breath to steady yourself, forcing your body to relax into a casual stance before you opened the door.
“Oh,” you said, feigning nonchalance. “Thanks.”
Hyunjin’s roommate, thank God, had dressed himself. He wore a crisp pair of gray sweatpants and a spotless white tank top that clung to the defined muscles of his chest. His hair was still damp; purposely mussed up in free curls at the top of his head, but neat. Faintly, you realized that he smelled good, clean and masculine and woodsy –you wondered what kind of aftershave he used.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he said, extending his hand and holding out your phone. Christ, he had fucking pretty and large hands -– elegant and strong-looking, like he played some sort of instrument –-
“I’m Chan. I know who you are, but we haven’t met. Here’s your phone.”
You took it wordlessly, slipping it into the pocket of your sleep shorts.
“Thanks,” you offered again, fighting to keep your voice from sounding strangled. “Chan. Sorry for barging in on you like that, earlier. You didn’t scare me, Hyunjin just didn’t mention you’d be here...”
“Oh, he’s bad at communicating,” Chan cut you off, smiling wryly. “I won’t hold that against you at all.”
You were momentarily taken aback, but you couldn’t deny that what Chan said wasn’t true –- you weren’t sleeping with Hyunjin for his superb communication skills. Other than what could only be described as dick appointment scheduling texts and the occasional filthy one-liners or tasteful nudes, Hyunjin wasn’t the best at keeping up a conversation. Not that you needed to talk much when you-
“Bathroom’s all yours, anyway,” Chan said, turning away. “It’s nice to finally meet you y/n.”
You were completely thrown off balance, he even knew your name? Just what had Hyunjin told him about you.
As usual when you met someone you found attractive, you had the raging urge to show off, unsheathe your charms, flirt a little. okay maybe a lot. But this was a bit too much -– you slept poorly (by choice, of course; Hyunjin didn’t sleep well either, given that you spent most of the night fucking each other senseless), you and Chan got off to an incredibly awkward start, and you hadn’t even had your morning coffee yet-
“Had breakfast yet?” Chan called from down the hall.
There was a pause in your racing thoughts. Breakfast?
Here?
You had planned to go hungry today, maybe swing by one of many campus cafes before your afternoon seminar, treating yourself with a cold brew and some indulgent, flaky pastry. You weren’t really the type to stick around for breakfast, nor were the people you hooked up with really the types to ask you to stay. Hyunjin, for all his charms, certainly wasn’t. You had only just started spending the night recently.
“Uh, no?” you called back, tentatively. Maybe he wasn't even talking to you. “Not yet.”
Now in the kitchen, Chan said something that you couldn’t quite make out. You heard the opening and closing of cabinets as you slipped out of Hyunjin’s room, clutching your towel and mulling Chan’s words over in your mind.
Breakfast?
You entered the bathroom, standing before the sink’s mirror which was still slightly foggy, you undressed and decided to shower as quickly as possible.
You felt your cheeks flush as the hot water hit your back, and you lathered up your hair with a pump of Hyunjin’s shampoo. You wanted to get back out there to see what Chan was up to. His behavior was mystifying. Great lays or not, you could count the number of people who had made you breakfast after a hookup on one hand.
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When Their Partner Receives Hate Online - Hyung Line
Pairing: OT8 x reader
Word Count: 3.4K
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: None
When their partner receives hate after they go public with the fact they are in a relationship.
Bang Chan
The notifications kept stacking—little red dots along the top of your phone screen that made your stomach twist each time one appeared. You stopped opening them entirely hours ago, though that didn’t stop your eyes from catching fragments whenever they flashed across the lock screen.
Gold digging slut. You don’t deserve him. You will destroy Stray Kids. You’re ruining Stray Kids. You’re ruining Chan. Dating him for clout. Stupid bitch. Break up with him before you destroy his career.
Each message cut deeper than the last. You’d tried turning the phone face-down. You tried ignoring it. You tried pretending you weren’t flinching every time a vibration buzzed against the wooden coffee table. But Chan noticed everything. He came home late, hoodie half-zipped and hair pushed back like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. When he stepped inside the apartment and saw you sitting on the couch, shoulders curled inward, he froze mid-step.
“…Baby?” he asked softly. “You okay?”
You forced a smile. Too quick. Too thin. Too artificial. “Yeah, just tired. Long day at work.”
Chan’s brows pulled together. He set his bag down slowly, watching you the entire time, and when your phone buzzed again, you tried to reach for it casually—too casually. He got there first.
You reacted instantly, reaching out, eyes wide. “Chan—wait—!”
But he’d already seen the preview glowing on the lock screen. The one that started with You should disappear— His expression didn’t change dramatically. Chan never exploded. Never shouted. Instead his face went unnervingly still, like someone had shut off all the noise inside him. “Since when,” he said carefully, “have you been getting these?”
You swallowed. “It’s not a big deal—” You knew he didn’t buy your words with the way your voice cracked.
“Since when.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm in a way that left no room to dodge.
You looked down. Shamed. “A couple of weeks.”
Chan inhaled through his nose, slow and shaky. He sat beside you, close but not touching yet. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s not your fault,” you whispered wetly tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “And you already work so much. I didn’t want to stress you out more.”
He looked at you then—really looked, like he’d just realized how carefully you were holding yourself together. His voice broke on the next words. “You’ve been dealing with this alone?”
“…I didn’t want to make things harder for you.”
Chan set your phone down gently on the table, then reached out and cupped your cheek with both hands. His thumbs brushed under your eyes, so tender it made your chest tighten.
“Hearing that you’ve been hurting,” he murmured, “is harder than anything anyone online could ever throw at me.”
You blinked rapidly, trying not to cry, but the tears welled anyway. His expression softened further when he saw them.
“Come here.” He pulled you into his chest, one arm around your shoulders, the other cradling the back of your head. You melted into him before you could think, breathing in the scent of his hoodie, the warmth of him, the quiet strength he always carried. “They don’t know you,” he said into your hair. “They don’t get to decide your worth. And they sure as hell don’t get to make you feel unsafe or unwanted.”
Your fingers curled into his shirt. “I’m scared it’s going to affect you. Your image. Your fans…”
Chan shook his head immediately, holding you tighter. “You’re not responsible for people choosing to be cruel. And I’m not hiding our relationship to please them.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering. “I love you. That doesn’t change just because some strangers can’t handle it.”
You let out a trembling breath. “They said awful things, Chan.”
“I know.” His jaw tightened against your forehead. “And I’m going to talk to management about this. We’re not just letting it slide.”
“Chan—” You could hear the panic in your voice, you didn’t want to make a tabloid drama out of your relationship.
“This isn’t about drama,” he said softly but with unmistakable resolve. “This is about them hurting someone I love. I won’t let that happen.” Your heart stuttered at the calm certainty in his voice. Protective, but not reckless. Fierce, but not angry at you—never at you. He eased back slightly so he could look into your eyes. “Next time something like this happens… you tell me. Even if it’s small. Even if you think it’s nothing. You don’t go through this alone. Okay?”
You nodded, voice catching. “Okay.”
Chan brushed a tear from your cheek with his thumb, then leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “We’ll handle it together,” he whispered. “I promise.” And for the first time in days, the buzzing phone on the table didn’t feel like a threat anymore—because his arms around you felt stronger than anything written on a screen.
Lee Know
You didn’t hear him come home at first. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the screen but not quite touching it—because every time you so much as brushed it, another message popped up.
You’re dragging him down. How could he pick someone so UGLY. He could do so much better. You will ruin his career, you selfish bitch. You don’t belong next to him.
Your stomach twisted each time you saw the preview flash across the lock screen. You’d thought you were prepared for it when your relationship became public… but you hadn’t expected this many. This constant. This vitriolic. You clicked the phone off as soon as you heard footsteps in the hallway. You didn’t want him to see. Not when he’d just finished a long practice. Not when he was probably exhausted.
But Minho always noticed the things you didn’t want him to. He leaned against the doorway, eyes narrowing slightly—not with annoyance, but with concern so sharp it made your throat tighten. “You didn’t hear me come in,” he said softly. “That’s not like you.”
You forced a smile. “Sorry. Just distracted by problems at work.”
He hummed, unconvinced. He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward you. Each step was quiet but deliberate, like he was approaching a frightened animal he didn’t want to scare off. “Show me your phone,” he said gently.
Your breath hitched. “Minho, it’s nothing—”
He extended his hand—not demanding, just offering, but with a look that said he already knew you were hiding something. “Let me see.” You hesitated, and that was enough. His eyes softened with sadness rather than anger. “Baby,” he murmured, sitting beside you, “please don’t shut me out.”
Your chest ached. Slowly, reluctantly, you placed your phone in his palm. He didn’t unlock it immediately. He glanced at you first, silently asking for permission. When you nodded, he tapped the screen—and the latest message appeared instantly. His expression didn’t explode into rage. Minho didn’t do loud anger, didn’t do dramatic anger either. Instead his jaw tightened, just once. His shoulders went still. And his eyes—usually warm, teasing, or unreadably calm—darkened with something cold and sharp. He scrolled. Slowly. Carefully. Like he was cataloguing each awful message. You watched him breathe in, then out, like he was forcing the tension out of his body. “Since when?” he asked quietly.
“A few days,” you whispered, feeling embarrassed that you had even tried to hide it from him.
“And you didn’t tell me because…?” His eyes simmered with his held back fury but the softness and worry still stayed his concern for you still obvious.
You swallowed. “I didn’t want to worry you. You already deal with so much.”
Minho closed his eyes for a moment, collecting himself. When he opened them again, the darkness was still there, but it was aimed nowhere near you. “Listen,” he said, taking your hand and pulling it into his lap. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in slow circles. “I can handle anything that happens to me. But when something happens to you, and you don’t tell me…” His voice faltered, something rare. “It hurts more than anything those people could ever say.”
Your eyes stung. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”
His head snapped up, eyes flashing—not angry at you, but at the idea. “You are never a burden. You’re the person I chose. The person I love.” He squeezed your hand. “None of this changes that.”
You inhaled sharply. “They say I’m ruining your image.”
Minho’s mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something more dangerous. Something protective. “My image?” he scoffed quietly. “Anyone who thinks loving someone ruins me never understood me.”
He set your phone on the bedside table, face-down like it no longer deserved your attention, then cupped your cheeks with both hands. “Look at me.” You did. “They don’t know you. They don’t get to hurt you. And they don’t get to dictate my life or my heart.” His thumbs brushed softly under your eyes. “I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like this. Not fans. Not strangers. No one.”
Your voice wavered. “What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I need to.” His tone was calm, controlled—far scarier than yelling. “Management will be informed. We’ll shut down the accounts. I’ll make a statement if I have to. I’m not letting this slide.”
“Minho—”
He shook his head, forehead gently touching yours. “If someone targets you, they’re targeting me too. And I won’t let anyone hurt the person I love.” The words settled into you, warm and steady. Safe.
He pulled you into his arms then—not tight, but firm enough that you felt anchored, held, protected. “You tell me next time,” he murmured against your hair. “No hiding. No dealing with it alone. Understand?”
You nodded into his chest. “Okay, I promise, Min.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good.”
And for the first time in days, the messages didn’t feel like daggers—because his arms felt stronger. Safe. Like home.
Seo Changbin
The notification ding from your phone had become something you dreaded. What used to mean cute messages from friends or updates from apps now felt like a warning bell. Every time the screen lit up, your breath tightened.
He’s too good for you.Break up with him before you ruin his career.Stay away from him or you’ll regret it.He won’t want you if I make you uglier.He’s MINE not yours BITCH.
Some were worse—threatening in ways you didn’t even want to think about. They came faster than you could delete them. By the time Changbin came home, you were already curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself as if you could physically hold the fear in place. The TV was on, but the sound was too low to hear. You didn’t remember turning it on.
The door opened. “Bunny, I’m home—” Changbin stopped mid-sentence the moment he saw you. “Hey? Bunny?… what’s wrong?”
You forced yourself upright, but your hands trembled. “Nothing. Nothing. I’m okay.”
He frowned deeply—Changbin never bought okay if you said it like that. He crossed the room in quick steps, dropping to a crouch in front of you. “You’re shaking.” His voice softened. “What happened?”
Your phone buzzed again on the cushion beside you. You flinched. His eyes darted to it, then back to you. “Show me.”
“Bin…” You swallowed, scared of his reaction, scared of everything. “It’s not your fault.”
“Show me,” he repeated—still gentle, but firmer now.
With a trembling breath, you handed him your phone. He unlocked it and the newest message flashed across the screen. His entire body went still. His jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle tick. He didn’t speak at first—just scrolled, reading more and more, shoulders tensing with every line of hate.
When he finally looked up, his expression was nothing you’d ever seen on him before. Not anger—something colder, more controlled, but terrifying in its intensity. “How long has this been happening?”
“Since the announcement,” you whispered. “Since your company posted the confirmation.”
Changbin inhaled slowly through his nose, like he was trying to keep from exploding. “And you didn’t tell me because…?”
“I didn’t want you to feel guilty,” you said, voice cracking. “And your fans—they hate me, Bin. They’re calling me names and saying I’m only with you for attention.” Tears burned behind your eyes. “Some of them said they’d find me. Hurt me.”
Changbin’s entire face softened instantly at your fear. He set the phone aside and took your hands, squeezing them firmly. “Hey. Look at me.”
You raised your eyes to his, and he moved closer, kneeling in front of you so he could rest his hands on your knees, grounding you.
“My fans don’t hate you,” he said gently. “Some people online are saying awful things, but that’s not all of them. The ones who care about me will care about you.” His voice dropped, low and steady. “And none of them—none—are going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”
“But what if—”
“There is no what if.” He shook his head, scooting closer until he was between your knees, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down into a hug. “You’re safe. You will always be safe with me. You hear me? You’re safe, I will keep you safe.”
You clung to him, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. “Bin, I’m scared.”
His hold tightened. “I know, baby. I know.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, arms strong around you. “And I’m so sorry you dealt with this alone. I wish you had told me earlier.”
You sniffed. “I didn’t want to make things worse for you.”
“You’re not making anything worse.” He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that finally escaped. “You’re my girlfriend. My future wife. You’re the person I love. Nothing about you is a burden.”
You trembled as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to tell management everything.” His voice had that determined edge you’d heard in the studio—the tone he used when he refused to give up on something. “They’ll tighten your security, block the accounts, maybe even release a statement. And I’ll speak about it too if I have to.”
“But won’t that make them angrier?” You mumbled softly.
“Then they can be angry,” Changbin said simply. “I’m not hiding you. I’m not letting them bully you. And I’m not going to let anyone—anyone—scare you.”
You let out a shaky exhale, relief and fear mixing in your chest. “I didn’t want them to ruin this for you.”
He kissed your forehead, lingering. “They don’t get to ruin anything.” Another kiss—this time to your cheek. “Not us.” Another, just beside your nose. “Not you.” And finally, soft and warm, to your lips. “Never.”
You melted into him, all the tension you’d been holding finally beginning to loosen.
He wrapped both arms around you again, pulling you fully into his lap this time, holding you like he never intended to let go. “I’ve got you,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m always here with you.”
And with Changbin’s arms around you—strong, warm, unwavering—you finally felt like maybe those messages couldn’t touch you after all.
Hwang Hyunjin
Hyunjin had been watching you for days—softly, quietly, with that deep, searching gaze he used when he could sense something wasn’t right. You weren’t avoiding him, not exactly. You still smiled when he kissed your cheek, still curled into him on the couch, still answered when he asked how your day was…
But something was missing. A spark. A warmth. A softness that had always been instinctive between you.
And every time your phone vibrated, you tensed. Just a flicker, a quick inhale—but Hyunjin saw it every time. Tonight it was worse. You sat at the kitchen island staring at your tea, hands wrapped around the mug like you were trying to keep them from shaking. The phone lay beside you, screen-down, as if hiding from it would make it less real.
Hyunjin approached slowly, leaning against the counter across from you. His voice was gentle, low, meant only for you. “Muse,” he murmured, “are you upset with me?”
Your head snapped up, eyes wide. “No. No—Hyune, of course not.”
But he didn’t look relieved. He looked even more worried. “Then why do you feel so far away?” His voice softened even more. “You don’t touch me as much… you don’t laugh the same… and you keep hiding your phone when I walk in.” He swallowed. “Did I do something wrong?”
Your heart cracked. “No. You didn’t do anything.”
He took a few careful steps around the island until he was standing in front of you. His hands reached out—but stopped short of touching your cheeks, hovering instead. “Please tell me what’s going on,” he whispered. “I don’t want you hurting alone.”
Your phone buzzed. And you jumped. Hyunjin’s eyes flicked to it immediately, confusion turning into suspicion—then something darker. He reached for it slowly, giving you time to stop him. You didn’t. He turned it over just enough for the notification preview to show. The message was vile. Cruel. The kind no one ever deserved to read.
Hyunjin didn’t speak. His chest rose and fell once—sharply. His fingers tightened around the phone, not hard enough to break it, but like he was seriously considering it. “Since when,” he asked, voice trembling with restrained emotion, “have people been sending you these?”
“Since the announcement.” You looked down at your tea. “Since everyone found out about us.”
He exhaled slowly, but it wasn’t calm—it was the kind of breath someone takes right before they cry or scream. He set your phone gently on the counter, then kneeled down so he was eye-level with you, hands resting on your thighs. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice broke on the last word.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered. “You’ve already been dealing with so much. And I thought maybe… maybe you’d think I couldn’t handle being with someone like you.”
Hyunjin’s eyes filled instantly—soft, warm tears gathering along his lash line. “Someone like me?” He shook his head. “Muse… I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. And the fact that they made you doubt yourself—made you scared—” His voice cracked. “I hate that. I hate that so much.”
You swallowed, hands curling in your lap. “Some of them said they’d hurt me if I didn’t break up with you.” That did it.
Hyunjin closed his eyes tightly, jaw clenching as he tried to keep himself steady. When he opened them again, there was fire there—not anger toward you, but a fierce, protective fury. “They’re not touching you,” he said quietly, with absolute certainty. “No one is going to get near you. No one is going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”
“Hyunjin—”
“No.” He moved closer, kneeling right between your knees now, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You felt his breath shakily leave his chest. “You’re the person I love. You’re the person who makes me feel safe, and happy, and grounded. And I’m not losing you to some anonymous cruelty on a screen.”
Your fingers slid into his hair as he held you. “I was scared to tell you.”
He looked up at you, eyes shining. “Never be scared to tell me when you’re hurting.” His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing the corners of your eyes. “I want to protect you. You let me love you—let me take care of you too.”
You let out a trembling exhale, the fear slowly loosening its grip. “What are you going to do?” you asked softly.
“I’m talking to management first thing tomorrow,” he said without hesitation. “We’ll make sure you’re safe. We’ll get help monitoring everything. And if it doesn’t stop…” He shook his head. “Then I’ll speak up myself. I don’t care how anyone reacts.”
“You’d do that for me?” You breathe out softly.
“In a heartbeat.” He kissed your forehead, lingering there. “You matter to me more than my image. More than rumors. More than the loudest voices online.”
His arms wrapped around you again, pulling you into the safest place you knew—his chest, his warmth, his heartbeat steady against your ear.
Hyunjin held you like he never planned to let you go. “You’re not alone anymore,” he whispered. “You’ll never be alone in this. Not while I’m here.”
And finally, for the first time since the hate had started, you believed it.
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When Their Partner Receives Hate Online - Hyung Line
Pairing: OT8 x reader
Word Count: 3.4K
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: None
When their partner receives hate after they go public with the fact they are in a relationship.
Bang Chan
The notifications kept stacking—little red dots along the top of your phone screen that made your stomach twist each time one appeared. You stopped opening them entirely hours ago, though that didn’t stop your eyes from catching fragments whenever they flashed across the lock screen.
Gold digging slut. You don’t deserve him. You will destroy Stray Kids. You’re ruining Stray Kids. You’re ruining Chan. Dating him for clout. Stupid bitch. Break up with him before you destroy his career.
Each message cut deeper than the last. You’d tried turning the phone face-down. You tried ignoring it. You tried pretending you weren’t flinching every time a vibration buzzed against the wooden coffee table. But Chan noticed everything. He came home late, hoodie half-zipped and hair pushed back like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. When he stepped inside the apartment and saw you sitting on the couch, shoulders curled inward, he froze mid-step.
“…Baby?” he asked softly. “You okay?”
You forced a smile. Too quick. Too thin. Too artificial. “Yeah, just tired. Long day at work.”
Chan’s brows pulled together. He set his bag down slowly, watching you the entire time, and when your phone buzzed again, you tried to reach for it casually—too casually. He got there first.
You reacted instantly, reaching out, eyes wide. “Chan—wait—!”
But he’d already seen the preview glowing on the lock screen. The one that started with You should disappear— His expression didn’t change dramatically. Chan never exploded. Never shouted. Instead his face went unnervingly still, like someone had shut off all the noise inside him. “Since when,” he said carefully, “have you been getting these?”
You swallowed. “It’s not a big deal—” You knew he didn’t buy your words with the way your voice cracked.
“Since when.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm in a way that left no room to dodge.
You looked down. Shamed. “A couple of weeks.”
Chan inhaled through his nose, slow and shaky. He sat beside you, close but not touching yet. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s not your fault,” you whispered wetly tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “And you already work so much. I didn’t want to stress you out more.”
He looked at you then—really looked, like he’d just realized how carefully you were holding yourself together. His voice broke on the next words. “You’ve been dealing with this alone?”
“…I didn’t want to make things harder for you.”
Chan set your phone down gently on the table, then reached out and cupped your cheek with both hands. His thumbs brushed under your eyes, so tender it made your chest tighten.
“Hearing that you’ve been hurting,” he murmured, “is harder than anything anyone online could ever throw at me.”
You blinked rapidly, trying not to cry, but the tears welled anyway. His expression softened further when he saw them.
“Come here.” He pulled you into his chest, one arm around your shoulders, the other cradling the back of your head. You melted into him before you could think, breathing in the scent of his hoodie, the warmth of him, the quiet strength he always carried. “They don’t know you,” he said into your hair. “They don’t get to decide your worth. And they sure as hell don’t get to make you feel unsafe or unwanted.”
Your fingers curled into his shirt. “I’m scared it’s going to affect you. Your image. Your fans…”
Chan shook his head immediately, holding you tighter. “You’re not responsible for people choosing to be cruel. And I’m not hiding our relationship to please them.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering. “I love you. That doesn’t change just because some strangers can’t handle it.”
You let out a trembling breath. “They said awful things, Chan.”
“I know.” His jaw tightened against your forehead. “And I’m going to talk to management about this. We’re not just letting it slide.”
“Chan—” You could hear the panic in your voice, you didn’t want to make a tabloid drama out of your relationship.
“This isn’t about drama,” he said softly but with unmistakable resolve. “This is about them hurting someone I love. I won’t let that happen.” Your heart stuttered at the calm certainty in his voice. Protective, but not reckless. Fierce, but not angry at you—never at you. He eased back slightly so he could look into your eyes. “Next time something like this happens… you tell me. Even if it’s small. Even if you think it’s nothing. You don’t go through this alone. Okay?”
You nodded, voice catching. “Okay.”
Chan brushed a tear from your cheek with his thumb, then leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “We’ll handle it together,” he whispered. “I promise.” And for the first time in days, the buzzing phone on the table didn’t feel like a threat anymore—because his arms around you felt stronger than anything written on a screen.
Lee Know
You didn’t hear him come home at first. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the screen but not quite touching it—because every time you so much as brushed it, another message popped up.
You’re dragging him down. How could he pick someone so UGLY. He could do so much better. You will ruin his career, you selfish bitch. You don’t belong next to him.
Your stomach twisted each time you saw the preview flash across the lock screen. You’d thought you were prepared for it when your relationship became public… but you hadn’t expected this many. This constant. This vitriolic. You clicked the phone off as soon as you heard footsteps in the hallway. You didn’t want him to see. Not when he’d just finished a long practice. Not when he was probably exhausted.
But Minho always noticed the things you didn’t want him to. He leaned against the doorway, eyes narrowing slightly—not with annoyance, but with concern so sharp it made your throat tighten. “You didn’t hear me come in,” he said softly. “That’s not like you.”
You forced a smile. “Sorry. Just distracted by problems at work.”
He hummed, unconvinced. He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward you. Each step was quiet but deliberate, like he was approaching a frightened animal he didn’t want to scare off. “Show me your phone,” he said gently.
Your breath hitched. “Minho, it’s nothing—”
He extended his hand—not demanding, just offering, but with a look that said he already knew you were hiding something. “Let me see.” You hesitated, and that was enough. His eyes softened with sadness rather than anger. “Baby,” he murmured, sitting beside you, “please don’t shut me out.”
Your chest ached. Slowly, reluctantly, you placed your phone in his palm. He didn’t unlock it immediately. He glanced at you first, silently asking for permission. When you nodded, he tapped the screen—and the latest message appeared instantly. His expression didn’t explode into rage. Minho didn’t do loud anger, didn’t do dramatic anger either. Instead his jaw tightened, just once. His shoulders went still. And his eyes—usually warm, teasing, or unreadably calm—darkened with something cold and sharp. He scrolled. Slowly. Carefully. Like he was cataloguing each awful message. You watched him breathe in, then out, like he was forcing the tension out of his body. “Since when?” he asked quietly.
“A few days,” you whispered, feeling embarrassed that you had even tried to hide it from him.
“And you didn’t tell me because…?” His eyes simmered with his held back fury but the softness and worry still stayed his concern for you still obvious.
You swallowed. “I didn’t want to worry you. You already deal with so much.”
Minho closed his eyes for a moment, collecting himself. When he opened them again, the darkness was still there, but it was aimed nowhere near you. “Listen,” he said, taking your hand and pulling it into his lap. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in slow circles. “I can handle anything that happens to me. But when something happens to you, and you don’t tell me…” His voice faltered, something rare. “It hurts more than anything those people could ever say.”
Your eyes stung. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”
His head snapped up, eyes flashing—not angry at you, but at the idea. “You are never a burden. You’re the person I chose. The person I love.” He squeezed your hand. “None of this changes that.”
You inhaled sharply. “They say I’m ruining your image.”
Minho’s mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something more dangerous. Something protective. “My image?” he scoffed quietly. “Anyone who thinks loving someone ruins me never understood me.”
He set your phone on the bedside table, face-down like it no longer deserved your attention, then cupped your cheeks with both hands. “Look at me.” You did. “They don’t know you. They don’t get to hurt you. And they don’t get to dictate my life or my heart.” His thumbs brushed softly under your eyes. “I won’t tolerate anyone treating you like this. Not fans. Not strangers. No one.”
Your voice wavered. “What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I need to.” His tone was calm, controlled—far scarier than yelling. “Management will be informed. We’ll shut down the accounts. I’ll make a statement if I have to. I’m not letting this slide.”
“Minho—”
He shook his head, forehead gently touching yours. “If someone targets you, they’re targeting me too. And I won’t let anyone hurt the person I love.” The words settled into you, warm and steady. Safe.
He pulled you into his arms then—not tight, but firm enough that you felt anchored, held, protected. “You tell me next time,” he murmured against your hair. “No hiding. No dealing with it alone. Understand?”
You nodded into his chest. “Okay, I promise, Min.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good.”
And for the first time in days, the messages didn’t feel like daggers—because his arms felt stronger. Safe. Like home.
Seo Changbin
The notification ding from your phone had become something you dreaded. What used to mean cute messages from friends or updates from apps now felt like a warning bell. Every time the screen lit up, your breath tightened.
He’s too good for you.Break up with him before you ruin his career.Stay away from him or you’ll regret it.He won’t want you if I make you uglier.He’s MINE not yours BITCH.
Some were worse—threatening in ways you didn’t even want to think about. They came faster than you could delete them. By the time Changbin came home, you were already curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself as if you could physically hold the fear in place. The TV was on, but the sound was too low to hear. You didn’t remember turning it on.
The door opened. “Bunny, I’m home—” Changbin stopped mid-sentence the moment he saw you. “Hey? Bunny?… what’s wrong?”
You forced yourself upright, but your hands trembled. “Nothing. Nothing. I’m okay.”
He frowned deeply—Changbin never bought okay if you said it like that. He crossed the room in quick steps, dropping to a crouch in front of you. “You’re shaking.” His voice softened. “What happened?”
Your phone buzzed again on the cushion beside you. You flinched. His eyes darted to it, then back to you. “Show me.”
“Bin…” You swallowed, scared of his reaction, scared of everything. “It’s not your fault.”
“Show me,” he repeated—still gentle, but firmer now.
With a trembling breath, you handed him your phone. He unlocked it and the newest message flashed across the screen. His entire body went still. His jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle tick. He didn’t speak at first—just scrolled, reading more and more, shoulders tensing with every line of hate.
When he finally looked up, his expression was nothing you’d ever seen on him before. Not anger—something colder, more controlled, but terrifying in its intensity. “How long has this been happening?”
“Since the announcement,” you whispered. “Since your company posted the confirmation.”
Changbin inhaled slowly through his nose, like he was trying to keep from exploding. “And you didn’t tell me because…?”
“I didn’t want you to feel guilty,” you said, voice cracking. “And your fans—they hate me, Bin. They’re calling me names and saying I’m only with you for attention.” Tears burned behind your eyes. “Some of them said they’d find me. Hurt me.”
Changbin’s entire face softened instantly at your fear. He set the phone aside and took your hands, squeezing them firmly. “Hey. Look at me.”
You raised your eyes to his, and he moved closer, kneeling in front of you so he could rest his hands on your knees, grounding you.
“My fans don’t hate you,” he said gently. “Some people online are saying awful things, but that’s not all of them. The ones who care about me will care about you.” His voice dropped, low and steady. “And none of them—none—are going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”
“But what if—”
“There is no what if.” He shook his head, scooting closer until he was between your knees, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down into a hug. “You’re safe. You will always be safe with me. You hear me? You’re safe, I will keep you safe.”
You clung to him, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. “Bin, I’m scared.”
His hold tightened. “I know, baby. I know.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, arms strong around you. “And I’m so sorry you dealt with this alone. I wish you had told me earlier.”
You sniffed. “I didn’t want to make things worse for you.”
“You’re not making anything worse.” He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that finally escaped. “You’re my girlfriend. My future wife. You’re the person I love. Nothing about you is a burden.”
You trembled as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to tell management everything.” His voice had that determined edge you’d heard in the studio—the tone he used when he refused to give up on something. “They’ll tighten your security, block the accounts, maybe even release a statement. And I’ll speak about it too if I have to.”
“But won’t that make them angrier?” You mumbled softly.
“Then they can be angry,” Changbin said simply. “I’m not hiding you. I’m not letting them bully you. And I’m not going to let anyone—anyone—scare you.”
You let out a shaky exhale, relief and fear mixing in your chest. “I didn’t want them to ruin this for you.”
He kissed your forehead, lingering. “They don’t get to ruin anything.” Another kiss—this time to your cheek. “Not us.” Another, just beside your nose. “Not you.” And finally, soft and warm, to your lips. “Never.”
You melted into him, all the tension you’d been holding finally beginning to loosen.
He wrapped both arms around you again, pulling you fully into his lap this time, holding you like he never intended to let go. “I’ve got you,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m always here with you.”
And with Changbin’s arms around you—strong, warm, unwavering—you finally felt like maybe those messages couldn’t touch you after all.
Hwang Hyunjin
Hyunjin had been watching you for days—softly, quietly, with that deep, searching gaze he used when he could sense something wasn’t right. You weren’t avoiding him, not exactly. You still smiled when he kissed your cheek, still curled into him on the couch, still answered when he asked how your day was…
But something was missing. A spark. A warmth. A softness that had always been instinctive between you.
And every time your phone vibrated, you tensed. Just a flicker, a quick inhale—but Hyunjin saw it every time. Tonight it was worse. You sat at the kitchen island staring at your tea, hands wrapped around the mug like you were trying to keep them from shaking. The phone lay beside you, screen-down, as if hiding from it would make it less real.
Hyunjin approached slowly, leaning against the counter across from you. His voice was gentle, low, meant only for you. “Muse,” he murmured, “are you upset with me?”
Your head snapped up, eyes wide. “No. No—Hyune, of course not.”
But he didn’t look relieved. He looked even more worried. “Then why do you feel so far away?” His voice softened even more. “You don’t touch me as much… you don’t laugh the same… and you keep hiding your phone when I walk in.” He swallowed. “Did I do something wrong?”
Your heart cracked. “No. You didn’t do anything.”
He took a few careful steps around the island until he was standing in front of you. His hands reached out—but stopped short of touching your cheeks, hovering instead. “Please tell me what’s going on,” he whispered. “I don’t want you hurting alone.”
Your phone buzzed. And you jumped. Hyunjin’s eyes flicked to it immediately, confusion turning into suspicion—then something darker. He reached for it slowly, giving you time to stop him. You didn’t. He turned it over just enough for the notification preview to show. The message was vile. Cruel. The kind no one ever deserved to read.
Hyunjin didn’t speak. His chest rose and fell once—sharply. His fingers tightened around the phone, not hard enough to break it, but like he was seriously considering it. “Since when,” he asked, voice trembling with restrained emotion, “have people been sending you these?”
“Since the announcement.” You looked down at your tea. “Since everyone found out about us.”
He exhaled slowly, but it wasn’t calm—it was the kind of breath someone takes right before they cry or scream. He set your phone gently on the counter, then kneeled down so he was eye-level with you, hands resting on your thighs. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice broke on the last word.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered. “You’ve already been dealing with so much. And I thought maybe… maybe you’d think I couldn’t handle being with someone like you.”
Hyunjin’s eyes filled instantly—soft, warm tears gathering along his lash line. “Someone like me?” He shook his head. “Muse… I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. And the fact that they made you doubt yourself—made you scared—” His voice cracked. “I hate that. I hate that so much.”
You swallowed, hands curling in your lap. “Some of them said they’d hurt me if I didn’t break up with you.” That did it.
Hyunjin closed his eyes tightly, jaw clenching as he tried to keep himself steady. When he opened them again, there was fire there—not anger toward you, but a fierce, protective fury. “They’re not touching you,” he said quietly, with absolute certainty. “No one is going to get near you. No one is going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”
“Hyunjin—”
“No.” He moved closer, kneeling right between your knees now, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You felt his breath shakily leave his chest. “You’re the person I love. You’re the person who makes me feel safe, and happy, and grounded. And I’m not losing you to some anonymous cruelty on a screen.”
Your fingers slid into his hair as he held you. “I was scared to tell you.”
He looked up at you, eyes shining. “Never be scared to tell me when you’re hurting.” His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing the corners of your eyes. “I want to protect you. You let me love you—let me take care of you too.”
You let out a trembling exhale, the fear slowly loosening its grip. “What are you going to do?” you asked softly.
“I’m talking to management first thing tomorrow,” he said without hesitation. “We’ll make sure you’re safe. We’ll get help monitoring everything. And if it doesn’t stop…” He shook his head. “Then I’ll speak up myself. I don’t care how anyone reacts.”
“You’d do that for me?” You breathe out softly.
“In a heartbeat.” He kissed your forehead, lingering there. “You matter to me more than my image. More than rumors. More than the loudest voices online.”
His arms wrapped around you again, pulling you into the safest place you knew—his chest, his warmth, his heartbeat steady against your ear.
Hyunjin held you like he never planned to let you go. “You’re not alone anymore,” he whispered. “You’ll never be alone in this. Not while I’m here.”
And finally, for the first time since the hate had started, you believed it.
a/n: Thank you for reading my lovelies as always your encouragement and support mean everything to me. You are the light in my day xx
I love your work 🫶🏻 Can you do at poly!ot8 x fem reader fic where the boys are already in a relationship and the reader is friends with felix as they were assigned a college project together. And felix is telling her about his relationship and she meets his boyfriends and they're all eventually whipped for her ?
Thank you 🫶🏻
AWWW TYSM BABE IT MEANS A LOT AND OFC HERE YOU GO
Eight Hearts, One More?
Poly!skz x reader
Genre: fluff
Wc: 3,9k
Warnings: didn't have time to correct the grammar so sorry if something is wrong
Autor's note: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IM REALLY WAITING FOR WEEKEND SO I CAN WRITE SOME MORE, ALSO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO PLEASE BE NICE🥹 ~ Kitty
It all started because of a stupid college project. You didn’t expect much when you saw the partner list taped crookedly to your professor’s door. You definitely didn’t expect your entire life to shift sideways like a Jenga tower someone kicked too hard. You expected the usual:
pray you don’t get paired with someone who thinks group project means you do everything
mentally prepare three different passive-aggressive emails just in case
and hope the semester slides by without setting anything on fire
But then your eyes landed on your name next to:
Lee Felix
And your stomach did that annoyingly warm thing. Felix a.k.a the sunshine-haired boy with freckles scattered like glitter and a voice soft enough to soothe a feral raccoon. The one who sat by the windows every lecture, doodling little stars in the margins of his notes. The one who seemed to be friends with everyone. The one who smiled at you once because you dropped your pen, and your brain lagged like bad WiFi trying to reconnect.
Great.
You were doomed.
You were early to your first meet-up but Felix was already there. He was pacing around the table with a strawberry milk in one hand and a stack of sticky notes in the other, mumbling something about adding glitter to the projects. Then he saw you. “HI!” He practically lunged toward you. “You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, breathless.
You blinked. “Yeah?” He grinned so wide his eyes became crescents. “Awesome! Amazing! Perfect! We’re partners!” You stared, stunned by… all of that. “We’re gonna absolutely DESTROY this project >:)” he declared, punching the air triumphantly. Then he paused. “…in a good way. Like academic destruction. The positive kind.”
“I like your confidence.” you said. Felix leaned over the table. “I like your handwriting.” You froze. “My… handwriting?” He nodded seriously, already reaching for your notebook like it was a sacred artifact. “What pen is this? Why does this look so neat? Did you write this in a warm cozy bedroom with a candle burning and soft music playing? Be honest.”
You laughed loudly, embarrassingly. Felix’s face lit up like you’d just handed him a trophy. “I’m serious.” he insisted. “Your handwriting looks like if sunshine could form letters.” (couldn't be me my handwriting is shit) “You just met me.” “And yet.” he said, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “I know these things.”
You raised a brow. “Really?” “Really. My instincts are NEVER wrong.” He paused. “…Except about macarons.” “Macarons?” He sighed, shoulders deflating a little. “I’ll explain later. It’s a tragic tale.” He sat down finally, spreading his notes out with the enthusiasm of a kid unpacking presents. And even though this was supposed to be a simple meeting, something about the moment felt...
Easy. Natural even. Stupidly comfortable, like slipping into an oversized hoodie. You two clicked in a way that felt suspiciously like fate. Like a puzzle piece snapping in place. Like the universe winked at you and whispered, “Oh, just wait.” You felt it then that small, warm spark in your chest. And you didn’t know it yet…
But Felix felt it too.
Later that day you were on the floor of Felix’s dorm room, your legs stretched out, his legs tucked criss-cross like he was meditating, papers fanned around you both like a chaotic academic crime scene. Three iced coffees sat abandoned one yours, two his because Felix drank caffeine like it was a blood type.
Dreamy lo-fi beats played from the small speaker on his shelf, mixed with warm synths and soft vocals. (I just know he listens to lo-fi) The lights were dim. The room smelled faintly of sugar cookies and the strawberry milk he’d spilled earlier. It felt cozy.
Dangerously cozy.
Felix leaned back on his palms beside you, hoodie sleeves pushed up, freckles softened by the warm glow of his LED fairy lights.
“We’re doing great.” he said, impossibly proud of your color-coded slideshow. Like you had just written a Nobel Prize-winning thesis instead of a communication theory project. “Yeah.” you said, nudging his knee gently. “I actually like working with you.” Felix’s cheeks warmed instantly pink and soft, before looking away. “Well.” he said shyly, fiddling with the drawstrings on his hoodie, “I really like working with you too.”
Your chest fluttered. And then-
His phone buzzed...Then buzzed again...Then buzzed five more times like it was possessed.
Felix flipped it over with a tiny, annoyed huff. Your eyes… did not look away in time.
Hyunjinnie 💗:
did u eat
🐺 Chan:
come home we made dinner
📱 Groupchat (7):
LIXXIEEEE
GET UR ASS HERE
I’M STARVING
DON’T LET CHAN TORTURE US AGAIN
THE CHICKEN IS DRY HELP
HE’S DOING THE HEALTHY THING
STOP HIM
You blinked. “…Felix,” you finally said. “Why does your phone look like that.” Felix peered at the screen, giggled, and shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh!” he said cheerfully, “they’re my boyfriends.”
…
“…Plural boyfriends?” you repeated, because maybe you were having a stroke. “Mhm, all seven.” Felix said, beaming. You stared at him. “That’s…” you paused, then gave up. “That’s a lot of love to manage.” Felix nodded seriously. “We take turns.” You coughed. “Take turns with what exactly?” “Everything!” he chirped. “Cooking, laundry, who gets the shower first, who gets the last piece of cake, who braids my hair...” he trailed off.
You cut in, because your brain had derailed. “They… braid your hair?” “Minho does,” Felix said. “Chan tries, but he gets frustrated. Hyunjin makes it pretty.” You held up your hand. “Stop before I hear something that breaks me emotionally.” Felix giggled and nudged your shoulder. But then he added casually, “And before you ask, yes. They know about you.”
Your heart somersaulted. “…Why?” Felix shrugged, like it was obvious. “Because you’re my friend.” he said softly. “And I talk about you all the time.”
Your brain combusted.
“You what?!” “I tell them how fun you are. And how smart. And how you explain things in a way that makes hard stuff easy. And how you always smell nice, like vanilla and paper or something.” “Felix.” you whispered. He blinked at you, wide-eyed, innocent, devastating. “What? I’m just telling them the truth.”
“And they… don’t mind?” “Mind?” Felix scoffed. “They’re curious!” That word alone sent your stomach into chaos. “Omg wait-” Felix gasped suddenly, eyes wide. “Do you wanna see what they said about you last time??” “Felix NO-”
But it was too late. He scrolled. And scrolled. And scrolled.
🐰 Minho:
if one more person breathes near our sunshine i’m biting them
except maybe this Y/N person. she sounds tolerable.
🐷Changbin:
BRO SHE SOUNDS NICE LET HER COME OVER AND TEACH ME HOW TO STUDY I’M SO DUMB
🎨 Hyunjin:
does she have good aesthetics. this is crucial.
🐶 Seungmin:
felix is exaggerating. nobody is that nice.
prove it.
🦊 Jeongin:
he said she laughed at his macaron story so she’s officially approved
also felix tell her i said hi but like in a cool way thanks
You covered your face with both hands. “Kill me.” Felix shook your arm excitedly. “Nooo! They LIKE you!” “They don’t even know me!” “That’s why they wanna meet you.” he said simply. Like this was a perfectly reasonable chain of events. He lowered his voice suddenly. “...I want them to meet you too.” You swallowed. “Why?” you whispered.
Felix looked at you like you were a puzzle he had already solved. “Because..” he said quietly, “you’re important to me.” Your breath caught. “And I think…” He smiled, gentle, warm, almost glowing. “…the others will really like you too.”
The invitation was not optional. Felix said it so casually like asking you to pass him a pencil, not like inviting you into the gravitational pull of seven men who adore him. “Come meet them!” he chirped, tossing a gummy bear into his mouth and catching it perfectly. You blinked at him, horrified. “I don’t wanna intrude on your… seven-way date night.” Felix burst out laughing. Like, full-on wheeze. Then clapped his hands like an excited seal.
“It’s not a date night!” he insisted, wiping at his eyes. “And even if it was trust me, you wouldn’t be intruding.” You folded your arms. “Seven boyfriends, Felix. Seven. That is literally the definition of intruding.” He leaned forward on his hands, chin propped up, freckles glowing under the warm LED lights. “Y/N.” he said in the softest, most deadly tone, “they will be thrilled.”
“I dunno…” you muttered, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. “What if they don’t like me?” Felix blinked. Then his whole face dropped into the most dramatic expression of disbelief. “Don’t like you?” he repeated, voice rising like you personally offended physics. “They already like you.” “You don’t know that.” “Yes I do,” Felix argued, pointing at you with a neon pink highlighter like it was a microphone. “You’re funny, and sweet, and you explain theories in a way even Han could understand.”
“Is Han… not good with theories?” Felix cackled. “He gets distracted because he tries to eat the paper.” “Felix.”
“I’m serious! One time he actually-”
“FELIX.”
He giggled harder, leaning into you until your shoulders touched. An innocent little bump that sent actual sparks ricocheting down your spine. But then he looked at you with those big, sparkly, kitty eyes. The eyes that could convince you to do anything. “Please?”
The request wasn’t desperate. Just honest. Like he really, genuinely wanted you there. Like it mattered to him. You sighed. The type of sigh you already regretted. “Okay.” Felix’s entire soul lit up. “REALLY?!” he gasped, grabbing both your hands like he might start bouncing. “You’ll come? You’ll actually come?!”
You tried not to smile, but it broke through anyway. “Yeah” you said. “But only because you asked nicely.” Felix squeezed your hands. “No.” he corrected softly. “You’re coming because you’re important.” He didn’t seem to notice the blush on your face, already texting his boyfriends like a kid announcing snow day cancellations.
You watched his thumbs fly over the screen, little hearts and exclamation points and emojis everywhere. And as you sat there, watching him radiate sunshine you realized something terrifying.
You were excited too.
Their apartment felt like a whole universe. Warm lights. Soft chatter coming from somewhere down the hall. The smell of garlic, soy sauce, and something baking. Music playing faintly something upbeat and cozy. You barely had a second to absorb the atmosphere before Felix pushed open the door like a kid entering Disneyland. He didn’t even step inside. He just shouted at full volume:
“BOYS! SHE’S HEEEERE!”
You flinched. The apartment did not. It EXPLODED.
Something crashed in the hallway. Something sizzled dangerously in the kitchen. Someone yelled, “WAIT WAIT WAIT STOP, THE SAUCE” And from the living room came the sound of stomping feet approaching with terrifying speed. You instinctively grabbed Felix’s hoodie sleeve. He giggled. “They’re excited.”
Excited sounded like an understatement.
Bang Chan appeared first, slipping around the corner with a smile that could single-handedly end wars. Messy hair, rolled-up sleeves, warm eyes that made you forget your own name. “Hi.” he greeted, voice soft. “We’re so happy to finally meet you.” His dimples popped and your heartbeat stuttered.
Before you could reply, someone drifted into view behind him like a model making a runway entrance.
Hyunjin.
Tall. Silky hair. Art in human form. He blinked at you slowly. “I’m Hyunjin,” he said, crossing his arms gracefully. “And Felix talks about you constantly.”
Felix made a squeaky noise. You opened your mouth to respond but then someone cleared their throat with the attitude of a CEO ready to fire you.
Lee Know.
He leaned against the wall like it was a photoshoot backdrop. Arms crossed. Eyes sharp. The tiniest smirk tugging at his lips like he already knew all your secrets. “Do you eat?” he asked bluntly. “Um. Yeah?” “Thought so.” he muttered, giving Felix a look that said control your friend. “I EAT!” you protested, offended. “Mmhm.” Lee Know hummed like he didn’t believe you for a second.
Then came Jeongin barreling down the hallway with unmatched enthusiasm, socks sliding on the hardwood floor. He tried to stop. He did not succeed. He bumped into Chan and nearly took them both out.
“HI -oops-HI!” he sputtered, cheeks flushed. Before you even recovered from that, Han appeared from behind him, waving both arms in the air like he’d spotted a long-lost sibling. “HIIIIIIII!” he screamed at a pitch only dogs could hear. “Oh my god you’re REAL FELIX WASN’T MAKING YOU UP!!” “Why would I make up a person?” Felix protested. “You’ve done it before.” Han said seriously.
Changbin strolled out of the kitchen holding an entire pot of pasta with one hand, flexing unintentionally like an action movie extra. “Sup.” he grinned. “You hungry?” “You’re scaring her.” Hyunjin said. “I’m welcoming her!” Changbin argued. “You’re THREATENING the pasta!” Han yelled from behind him.
Seungmin entered last, closing the door behind you with a tired sigh that gave “mother of seven chaotic sons.” He looked you up and down once. Not judgmental, just calculating. “Sorry about them,” he said. “I tried to calm the apartment before you came, but then Felix yelled and Han fell down and Minho threatened the rice cooker.”
“I DID NOT THREATEN IT!” Lee Know snapped. “Minho.” Seungmin said sharply, “you told it you’d throw it out the window if it beeped at you again.” “It beeped at me disrespectfully.”
Han’s voice echoed from the kitchen: “YOU THINK A RICE COOKER CAN BE DISRESPECTFUL??” “It knows what it did!” At this point you weren’t sure if you were dreaming, hallucinating, or had accidentally stepped into a sitcom. Because within seconds you were surrounded.
Eight men beautiful in completely different ways, chaotic in dangerously similar ways, affectionate in a way that made your heart ache, all staring at you like Felix had just brought home treasure. Chan stepped a little closer, smile gentle. “We’ve heard so much about you,” he said. Hyunjin nodded. “So much.” Han added, “A DISTURBING amount.” Felix gasped. “Guys!”
“You talk about her constantly,” Jeongin confirmed helpfully. “Like, constantly.” Changbin echoed. “Every day.” Seungmin deadpanned. “He even threatened to fight Minho for saying you were probably normal”
“I SAID YOU’RE PROBABLY NICE,” Lee Know corrected. “That’s not what Felix heard.” Han whispered loudly. And Felix red-faced, hiding behind his hands groaned dramatically.,“Oh my god, you guys are ruining EVERYTHING!”
You could feel it already. The spark of something you couldn’t name yet.
You barely had your shoes off before they all descended like affectionate, over-excited golden retrievers in the bodies of ridiculously attractive men. Chan stepped forward first because of course he did, he radiated “responsible dad friend” energy from ten meters away. “Tea? Coffee? Water?” he asked, already moving toward the kitchen. “A hug?” You blinked. “A hug??” He froze mid-step, ears turning pink. “Sorry. Force of habit. Felix brings home people who need hugs. Or… who I think need hugs. I can dial it back.” He smiled softly dimples deep, eyes warm and something inside you short-circuited.
Hyunjin, meanwhile, had apparently taken it upon himself to decide you were cold. He reappeared with a fluffy blanket, draping it over you like some kind of ethereal mother hen. “It’s breezy near the window.” he murmured, tucking a corner near your shoulder. You hadn’t even been standing near the window.
“Hyune,” Seungmin said, unimpressed. “The heater is literally on.” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes. “Let me nurture.” Lee Know circled you once like a suspicious cat evaluating a newcomer. “Are you scared of cats?” he asked abruptly. “Oh uh, no?” “Good. Mine bite. It’s a loyalty test.” You weren’t sure if he was joking. Felix assured you later that he absolutely was not.
Han popped up so close you almost fell back. “HIIII.” he sang, voice bright, “you smell nice.” He paused. Froze. “Was that weird? It felt weird. Okay, I’m gonna walk away and pretend I didn’t say that.” “No!” Felix called. “Stay! She likes you!” “I do?” you whispered. “YOU DO!” Felix declared for you. Han beamed like you’d just adopted him.
Changbin entered carrying an entire pot of pasta with one hand, biceps doing very illegal things. “Hey.” he grinned. “Do you work out?” “Not… really?” “You should.” he said immediately. “I can train you.” “Bin.” Chan sighed, “we talked about this. Stop recruiting guests.” “No. I’m friendly.”
“You tried to make the mailman do squats.” Seungmin reminded him. “And he liked it!” Seungmin himself sat curled on the couch. He stared at you with his deadpan, unbothered face. “…she’s cute.” he announced. You nearly died on the spot. “SEE?” Felix yelled triumphantly. Seungmin shrugged. “I’m just stating facts.”
Jeongin rushed up next. “Do you like games?” he asked breathlessly. “We have games! All of them. Board games. Card games. Rage games. Mario Kart where Han cries every time he loses.” “I DO NOT CRY,” Han shouted from the kitchen. “You cried last time tho.” Jeongin replied calmly. “YOU HIT ME WITH A BLUE SHELL AT THE FINISH LINE!”
You stood there, wrapped in a blanket you didn’t ask for, surrounded by eight beautiful men all talking over each other, offering you drinks, hugs, board games, gym training, and emotional support. And through it all, Felix glowed watching it unfold like his favorite show. “See?” he said, looping his arm through yours, practically vibrating with pride. “I knew you’d fit right in.”
You tried to swallow the laugh bubbling in your chest. Because somehow… impossibly… terrifyingly…You actually did.
Chan’s food is criminally good. He set the bowl in front of you with a shy smile, dimples peeking out. “I hope it’s okay.” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “I added extra garlic… Felix told me you like garlic.” Felix told him? Felix talks about you that specifically? (Girl duh, it's okay tho i'm clueless too) You took one bite. Your eyes widened. “Chan, this is” “Good?” he asked, giggling softly. “Actually illegal.” you said. He blushed. Actually blushed.
Hyunjin plate-serves you like a prince. You tried to reach for the vegetables and suddenly his hand shot out, spoon already there. “I’ll serve you.” he said, tone soft but firm. “Oh you don’t have to.” “I want to.” he murmured, placing perfect little portions onto your plate. Then he flashed you a smile so stunning you forgot what language was.
Changbin keeps offering “just one more scoop.” You’d barely eaten three bites before he appeared at your side like a buff fairy godmother. “Want more?” “No, I’m good-” He ignored you completely. “One more scoop.” he declared, adding it anyway “You’re small. You need fuel.” “I am not small.” “You’re small.” he insisted gently.
Lee Know cuts your food when you struggle with noodles. You were mid-battle with a piece of stubborn meat when he silently slid your plate closer to him. “I got it.” Lee Know said, already slicing through it with expert precision. “Minho, I can do it-” “No.” he said simply. He returned the plate to you. “Try now.” Your soul left your body.
Han keeps trying to make you laugh. He leaned over the table, narrating Hyunjin’s dramatic expressions like a nature documentary. “Observe: the majestic peacock, preening in hopes of impressing the newcomer.” Hyunjin smacked him with a napkin. You choked on air laughing. Han looked delighted. “YES! That’s the sound I wanted.”
Seungmin steals your drink like you’re already roommates. Halfway through the meal, you reached for your cup… Gone. You turned and there he was, sipping it completely straight-faced. “I just wanted to try it,” he said. No apology. No shame. Then he slid it back to you with one raised brow. “I like it better on you.” What does that even MEAN??
Jeongin sits beside you and imitates your expression every time you react. You took a bite he did the exact same face. You raised your brows so did he. You suppressed a laugh he mirrored it perfectly. At one point you caught him doing it and he froze mid-expression, cheeks going pink. “Sorry.” he murmured. “You’re fun to copy.” Your heart malfunctioned.
And Felix…Felix just watched you. With that radiant, glowing smile, proud and almost emotional. Like he brought you into his world and was witnessing all his favorite things discovering each other. At one point, he leaned close and whispered:
“I knew they’d love you.”
Your chest got warm.
And then the moment that killed you:
You were choking on the meat (Lee Know cut it but you still managed to eat like a fool) and all eight boys snapped toward you like alarmed meerkats.
Chan was already patting your back.
Hyunjin passing you water.
Felix rubbing soothing circles on your arm.
Han panicking loudly.
Changbin offering the Heimlich even though you were definitely NOT choking that badly.
In the chaos, realization hit you like a freight train:
They’re… flirting. (no shit)
All eight of them.
But gently. Like they didn’t want to overwhelm you. Like they were trying to make you feel safe.
Wanted.
Chosen.
When you left, everything changed. You waved goodbye , shy, awkward, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders because Hyunjin insisted you take it “for the cold air outside.” You stepped out the door. The latch clicked.
And instantly...the entire apartment went silent. Eight men stood frozen in place like they’d just witnessed an act of God. Felix was still staring at the door with his hands clasped in front of his chest, smiling like an idiot. For a full five seconds, no one moved. No one breathed.
Han:
“Bro I literally forgot how to breathe.” He collapsed backward onto the couch. “Felix… your friend is dangerously cute. I need oxygen.”
Changbin:
“Same.” He flexed unconsciously. “My body temperature went up like eight degrees. This can’t be healthy.” “Are you saying you’re feverish?” Seungmin asked. “I’m saying I’m SIMPING.”
Jeongin:
“She’s so cute I wanna scream.” “You did scream.” Changbin reminded him. “In my heart!” Jeongin yelled from the blankets.
Seungmin:
“You already screamed.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “This is bad. You’re all embarrassing.” But even he couldn’t hide the faint smile tugging at his lips.
Lee Know:
“She’s trouble.” Everyone looked at him. He huffed. “Beautiful trouble.” he corrected, softer. “The kind that makes you forget what you were doing.” Hyunjin gasped dramatically at him. “Minnie… are you BLUSHING?” “SHUT UP.”
Hyunjin:
“I can’t believe it… She wasn’t even trying and she destroyed us.” He kicked his feet like a lovesick teenager. “She smiled at me once and my IQ dropped to single digits.”
Chan:
He exhaled. Long, deep, resigned. “Felix… we like her.”
The room froze. Felix blinked at him. Chan continued, voice soft, almost hesitant: “All of us. I don’t think any of us were subtle. At all.” Seven heads nodded immediately. Even Seungmin. Even Lee Know.
Felix:
“I… figured.” “You WHAT?!” Han shrieked. Felix shrugged weakly, cheeks pink. “You were staring at her like she was the last slice of cheesecake.” The seven boyfriends collectively short-circuited. Chan rubbed his face with both hands. “Lix… you talked about her so much we were already curious. And now that we’ve met her..”
Han: “I’m obsessed.”
Hyunjin: “I’m enchanted.”
Changbin: “I’m in love.”
Seungmin: “I’m considering it.”
Lee Know: “I’d die for her. Maybe.”
Jeongin: “I want her to come back tomorrow.”
Felix was blushing so hard he looks like he’s overheating “…me too.” The room fell quiet again but this time it wasn’t shock. It was realization. Soft, dangerous, overwhelming realization:
They liked you.
All eight of them.
Already.
And the worst part?
They had absolutely zero idea what to do about it.
HI KITTIES I HOPE YOU LIKED IT I PROMISE I WILL FINALLY DO A MASTERLIST AND I ACCEPT REQUESTS ALL THE TIME I MIGHT NOT DO THEM RIGHT AWAY BUT THEY WILL BE DONE ~ Kitty
A part of you felt as though you should have known that Hyunjin's offering to help decorate the Christmas tree this year would end in some kind of fight or bickering match. But everything was fine at the start. There was Christmas music playing softly in the background - chosen by Hyunjin, of course, and you had two hot mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table...that were now stone cold thanks to how long this was taking.
The fairy lights hadn't been all tangled inside their boxes; everything was great. But now Mariah Carey was playing for what felt like the 1000th time in the one playlist he’d put on, and he was now questioning your decorating skills.
“Wait a second,” He cuts you off, looking at you. Staring at the tree and then at the ornament in your hand as if it had personally offended him.
“You’re putting the gold ones next to the red ones?” Hyunjin asked, voice laced with horror as he froze mid-reach with a glitter-covered bauble dangling from his fingers. You blinked at him, completely confused as to what his issue was.
“Yeah? They look good together. Classic Christmas colours, everyone knows that.” You shrug your shoulders a little. Every year, you had the same ornaments for the tree. Red and gold were the ones you’d had since you and Hyunjin had moved in together…granted, this was the first time you were decorating together and not him moving everything when you went to sleep.
Hyunjin stared at you like you’d just told him Santa wasn’t a real man,
“No! No, no, no. You have to balance the colours. Red on one side, gold on the other,” He tells you, taking the gold bauble from your hand and placing it in the “correct” place that he deemed fit.
“It’s symmetry, yn. Art.” He said with a theatrical flair in his voice.
“Art?” You raised your eyebrow at him, reaching into the box and pulling out the snowman ornament you’d bought recently. It was a tradition for you to buy one non-aesthetic ornament for your tree each year, and this year you’d gotten a snowman.
“Hyunjin, I love you, but it’s a Christmas tree, not an art exhibit.” You let out a weak laugh, thinking Hyunjin was just teasing you, but he was beginning to rearrange more ornaments that you’d already placed, which, honestly, was starting to feel personal. He did this every year to you.
Last year, you’d come down the next morning to a completely different-looking tree. You knew he wanted it to look nice, and as an artist, he craved perfection sometimes, but Christmas was just about fun…or it was supposed to be.
“Hyunjin, stop moving them!” you whined, swatting his hand as he reached for another. He hissed and pulled his hand back away from you, rubbing it.
“But look-” He gestured to his side of the tree, taking a step back so he could get a good look at his masterpiece.
“If I put this angel here instead, it balances the visual weight!” He says dramatically, You just stared at him like he’d finally lost the last marble he was holding onto in his mind.
“You sound like a designer in a reality show,” you mumble a little, your annoyance finally getting the better of you.
“I am the designer, and you, my dear, are the chaotic intern who keeps messing up my vision,” he said proudly, flashing you a grin, clearly expecting you to go along with the joke he was running with. You stare at him as you shake your head,
“Excuse me? I’m the one who actually planned the theme this year!” You remind him,
“Theme?” He tilted his head at you, faking an expression of confusion on his face.
“Oh, you mean the ‘throw random stuff on the tree and hope for the best’ theme?” Your jaw dropped hearing him say that to you.
“You’re impossible.” You grumble at him, shaking your head as a small laugh leaves your throat. You knew you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him for long; it was just a tree, and he was very artistic…It was just who he was.
“Since you’re the tree king,” You laugh, reaching into the box of tinsel and launching some over his head. The tinsel got caught in his hair, making him look both ridiculous and unfairly beautiful. Golden strands twinkled in his hair as he turned to the lights,
“I am one with the tree,” He says to you. You roll your eyes, moving toward him,
“Stay still,” You whisper. He went still instantly, watching you through his lashes while you carefully untangled the tinsel from his hair. His breath tickled your cheek, and the playful teasing that had filled the room suddenly melted into something quieter and softer.
“There,” you murmured, brushing away a bit of glitter from his temple, smiling as you looked at him. As dramatic and weird as he was with the Christmas tree, there was nothing in this world that you would swap him for.
“Thanks,” he said softly, eyes lingering on yours a little too long. Then he smirked.
“So… can I move the gold ornament now?”
“Hyunjin!” You groan at him, his laughter filling the room as he moves it anyway.
By the time the tree was finally decorated, it was a chaotic mix of your sentimental ornaments and his carefully placed aesthetic touches …yet it somehow looked perfect.
Or maybe it just looked perfect because of the way Hyunjin was smiling at you. There was a fresh mug of chocolate in hand. Steam coming from it, his eyes crinkled in that way that made your heart flutter.
“Told you,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you, snuggling his head into your shoulder.
“My way works too.” You whisper to him, and he hums, pretending to be in deep thought as he studies the tree.
“Maybe. But only because I was here to fix it.” Rolling your eyes at him, you shove him gently
“You’re lucky you’re cute and that I love you.” He grinned, bumping your shoulder back.
“I know, and I love you too,” he whispers, about to bend down and kiss you again, when “All I Want for Christmas” starts playing again. You stared up at him with daggers in your eyes as he ran off to change the song.
It wasn't often that Minho found himself thinking about you…
Okay, maybe he did think about you a little…okay…a lot. But he couldn’t help it. You were like a PC virus that had somehow invaded his mind, and there was no getting you out of there now. Every single day, he woke up wondering what you were getting up to with your day, wondering if he was going to see you soon and who you were hanging out with.
It was a disgusting amount of time he spent thinking about you, especially when you weren’t even his friend, just a friend of a friend. But he’d had the biggest crush on you ever since he could remember, and with every passing minute it only seemed to deepen. It also didn’t help that today he was spending it with you being around him.
Felix and the others had decided that throwing a mini Christmas day would be fun. It was four days before the actual day, and you were all going to be exchanging gifts, having a big meal, playing games and watching Christmas movies.
Most of the morning, he’d spent watching you, trying to decide when the best time to approach you to give you your gift would be. He didn’t want it to be something the boys all watched, and he definitely didn’t want it to be too quiet and intimate that he would have to face rejection. Because that’s what he was building himself up for, your rejection. Not that he wanted it…not that he was even going to confess, but there was something about you that just made him…nervous.
“I heard from a little birdy you had something for a certain someone,” Seungmin says, making his way beside Minho and smirking as he watches his friend squirm. Minho shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the present feeling like a burning hole in his pocket right about now.
“Well, yeah. It’s Christmas-”
“You barely speak,” Seungmin cuts him off with a smirk. They all knew about his crush on you and would make it a regular occurrence to tease him a little over it. After all, no one had ever seen Minho so anxious around someone before, or heard him ask so much about one person either. Usually, Minho played it pretty close to his chest, yet you somehow seemed to make him an open book.
“Shut it,” Minho hissed at him, trying to make sure no one else was able to hear him. He was watching from across the room as you opened up a small present that Chan had just given to you. It was a book of some kind, probably something you’d been wanting, but Minho knew he had the best present by far on him. He knew this was something you were going to adore…
At least, that’s what he was trying to convince himself of.
But as more time passed, the more anxious he began to get over his choice of gift. Was it enough? Was it too much? What if you hated it?
His mind began to run wild with questions. He stared down at the floor, getting lost in his own torment, not noticing as you made your way over to him.
“Minho?” Your voice came out softly, snapping Minho out of his small daydream and back into the present. You were standing beside him, holding out a small gift box that had his name on it. It was perfectly wrapped in green and red paper with a bow around it; it was obvious you’d taken your time with this.
“I-I erm, I got you something too.” God, he couldn’t believe he was stuttering. He couldn’t remember the last time a girl had that much of an influence on him that he was a stuttering mess around them.
“You didn’t have to,” you whine, looking at him as he reached into his pocket. The present was wrapped in blue wrapping paper, with cartoon snowflakes all over it, with a blue ribbon to match. Minho shift it into your hands, shrugging a little and trying to play it off,
“I wasn’t going to get you a gift…but then I saw this and thought of you.” You were almost like putty in his hands when he said that. He’d actually thought about you when you weren’t around one another; he’d made a real effort with something when he didn’t even have to.
“It’s nothing major, but I thought you might like it, and if you don’t, I kept the receipt, just in case.” He rambled off, making you bite back a smile; you’d never heard him sound so nervous before.
Ripping open the paper, you pulled the lid off the box and froze. Inside were two handcrafted bookmarks, gold with orchids pressed in the inside of some resin; they were the most beautiful set of bookmarks you’d ever laid your eyes on.
“Is it-”
“You said once it was your favourite flower…I-I found a lady who was making them and I couldn’t pass them up,” Minho explained, searching your face for any sign that you liked or hated the gift. Your eyebrows were knitted together, your eyes burning as tears built up behind them.
This was quite possibly the best gift you’d ever been given; it was something you’d mentioned liking months ago, and yet he’d taken the time to remember and buy you something? How was this man even single?
“You did this for me?” Your voice barely came out as a whisper; you were doing your best not to burst into tears right in front of him.
“I-I’d do anything for you-” He grunts at the end of his sentence. You’d flung yourself against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as you bury your face into his chest, sniffling a little.
“You like them then?” He asks, burying his face in the top of your head as you snuggle into him, nodding your head.
“I love them…They’re so beautiful…”
“Just like you,” He whispers, slowly pulling back and looking down at you. He moved his hand to cup your face, stroking his thumb under your eye to remove the fallen tears, your heart racing rapidly at the small action.
“L-Let’s go get a hot chocolate…yeah?” You ask, sliding your hand into his and pulling him toward the kitchen so you could talk alone.
To say that you and Changbin were rivals would be an understatement. The two of you had been battling it out for head of the class since both of you started college as freshmen in your first year, and now here you were…Sitting together in your dorm while you waited out a snowstorm. All because your dumbass of a roommate decided to invite him over, thinking he would be back from practice in time to catch him, so you wouldn’t be forced to sit in awkward silence together.
“I’m sure Chan will be back soon,” You mumble a little, your throat sounding a little froggy since you were unsure of what to say or do. Could you just go about your normal routine with him there? It felt weird to.
You’d been a good host, you’d offered him food…well, what you had in which was stew at the time, but he’d turned his nose up at it like it was poisoned or something. Then you’d made him a hot chocolate, deciding since it was freezing inside the apartment, it was better than nothing, even if he didn’t touch it. You’d just needed to make it to keep yourself busy.
“Hmm,” is all Changbin said to you in response about Chan, and you rolled your eyes. You had no idea what you’d done to him to make him so standoffish with you; you’d been wracking your brain ever since you met him, but you always came up empty.
You’d been friendly when you met him, you’d been a gracious host whenever he came to the apartment, but he made it a point to be an asshole to you, and in turn, you got bitchy back. For ever better grade, he got you made sure to one up him, hence the battle of the grades.
The wind outside howled, distracting you for a minute as you glanced up at the window. The snow was coming down harder than before, and you knew you could have gone home long before now, as now you’d never make it home for the holidays.
“You stuck here for Christmas, too?” You finally ask, trying to do something other than sit in the uncomfortable silence that was surrounding the two of you.
“Yeah.” He said. One word? That was it. This man was beating you in English papers, and all he could muster up was a one-word fucking answer? He couldn't even be bothered to try to make conversation with you.
“Right-” As you were about to start speaking, the lights flickered before shutting off, shrouding the dorm living room into darkness, all except for the candle you had burning on the table.
“Fucking perfect,” You hiss out, getting up and trying to find more candles around the room. You weren't about to sit in complete darkness; you needed something, but as you moved to get up, you moved a little too fast.
“Shit, fucking, bitch ass,” You cry, hitting your toe on the coffee table leg. God, you wanted to do more than just swear; you wanted to scream and cry. Why did it always have to hurt so much?! Changbin grabbed your wrist and sat you down beside him on the sofa, your thighs brushing against one another as you sat the closest you'd ever been to this man.
“Don’t, you'll end up killing us by knocking the table over and setting the place on fire.” He grumbled at you. Damn. A full sentence. You should have felt privileged.
“You want to sit in total darkness and silence? Perfect, it’ll be like being in the same room as fucking Batman,” You grumble, folding your arms over your chest. Maybe it was wrong to be sitting here pouting like a child, but at that point in time, you didn’t give a fuck. You were over Changbin and his grumpy ways.
“You know what, no. No more silence. I want answers.” You tell him sternly, turning to face him. Even though the room was dark, you could just make out his face.
“Answers?” He asks, sounding bored, turning to look at you with one eyebrow raised.
“Yes. Answers. Why are you such an ass to me? Huh? Did I hurt your male ego or something? Did I not say hello to you, and you decided that from that point on you were just going to be a complete dick towards me?” Those were only some of the things you could think of.
“No.” He frowns.
“So what is it? Because I can't figure it out...I-I've been nice! I was friendly, I even offered to study with you-”
“You’re pretty.” He cuts you off quickly, closing his eyes. God, it sounded worse out loud than it had in his head. He understood what a cunt move it was, but he couldn't hide it from you anymore.
“Excuse me…What?”
“You’re pretty okay? I got….I got nervous when I saw you, so I acted-”
“Like a child who has a crush and bullies her instead?”
“yeah…It was a dick move, and then you started doing it back, so I thought I blew my chance…S-So I kept going thinking it would just create a distance, but you’re fucking everywhere. You’re friends with Chan, you’re in my classes…So there,”
“Oh.” You whisper as it settles in. You weren't exactly sure how to feel. Part of you wanted to berate him for being such a cunt, and the other part of you was slightly enamoured with the thought of it. He thought you were that pretty, he acted like an ass?
“Yeah. Oh.” He whispers sheepishly, unsure of what to say now.
The room was once again in silence. You slowly leaned forward to reach for the hot chocolate at the same time as him, your hands brushing against one another as you felt a shock run up and down your whole body. You look up at him right as the lights come back on, and you feel your heart pick up.
“K-Kiss me…” You whisper, not thinking, just wanting him. Changbin wasted no time leaning over and slamming his lips to yours, kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of for months.
Chan never thought for one second that he would be back here on a night like this. The two of you had broken up over a year ago now, a year and six months, but who was counting? Clearly Chan. Christmas music filled the room as he made his way through, the familiar sound of Jingle Bell Rock by Bobby Helms played. The apartment was filled with everyone he knew, all of your shared friends, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia and remember the last Christmas you’d shared together. You’d been so excited about spending Christmas in your first apartment together, you’d gotten a real tree for the first time in your life, and Chan even bought you a couple of ornaments for the tree.
It wasn’t anything amazing, just a fat Santa that held up its own baulbal; there was a snow globe of the two of you, a few more he couldn't remember, he was sure they were all long gone by now.
“Chan?” Hearing his name, he turned around to see Felix and the others gathered around the bottom of the Christmas tree. None of them had been expecting him to show up; they figured he would be too chicken shit to come to the party, but he wanted to make an effort. He was dressed in a black suit with a red waistcoat, trying to make a good impression on everyone there...Maybe mostly you.
He'd tortured himself over the invitation for weeks; maybe you'd sent it as a mistake? Maybe it was a cruel joke? Should he show up or not? Was it to get him back to you?
“Hot chocolate,” Felix said, sliding a mug into his hand and then studying his friend. Felix had asked him earlier in the night if Chan was coming, and even then, he hadn't made up his mind about it.
“First time back since-”
“Yeah,” Chan said, cutting him off shortly. He didn't want to hear the words out loud. Everyone knew he hadn’t been back to the apartment since the two of you split up. It was so stupid, and Chan prayed he could take it back every single day. God, he missed you more than anything, but his stupid pride had always refused him from crawling back and begging you for forgiveness.
“Shit,” Felix hissed, pulling out a flask from his jacket and holding it up for Chan, but he shook his head. He wanted to be level-headed for this.
“You gonna talk to her tonight?” Felix asked, shock evident in his voice, stirring his hot chocolate around. They all knew he was miserable without you by his side; it was about time he pulled his finger out and did something about it.
“If I get a chance,” Chan whispers, sipping on his drink as his eyes scan around the room for any sight of you, and there you were. Just in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, laughing at something someone was saying to you. Your head was thrown back, your hair had glitter spray in it, and it was twinkling thanks to the fairy lights around you.
You were still just as beautiful as he remembered. The dress you were wearing hugged you perfectly. It was a red dress that stopped at your thighs, which was covered in red and white striped tights; you’d clearly gone all out this year…just like every year.
“She’s still single, Innie found out,” Felix tells Chan quietly as he watches you walk from the door to some other guests, offering them all some hot chocolate from a tray. You’d always been such a gracious hostess. You always made sure someone had a drink, went completely overboard on the cooking, which you always then gave to the homeless if there was much left over. The song on the radio switched to Last Christmas and Chan felt as though his heart was about to rip out of his chest and leap into your arms.
Chan slowly looked back at Felix, ready to speak, to tell him that maybe this was all a bad idea, that he should go, but the ornament in the background caused him to freeze in the moment. Sitting there proudly was the Santa he’d given to you; beside it was the ornament you’d gotten, a snowglobe with a photo of you and Chan. You were wrapped in a hoodie and snowboots while he was with you in midspin, the first snow of the year you were together…You…kept it? You kept them?
His eyes continued to scan the tree up and down, looking for others he’d gotten with you, and everything was there. The baubles you’d made together one year, with your thumbprints together to form a love heart.
“She…she kept it all,” He whispers, not even paying attention to anyone around him as he continued to study the tree. All of it was memories you’d shared with one another. Felix glanced at Chan, realising what he was looking at, and he swallowed thickly.
“Chan,” Felix called, trying to get his attention, but Chan was already on the move, making his way through people until he reached you. You glance up, the smile on your face falling to a plain look as you take him in.
You hadn’t expected him to show…You sent the invitation thinking he would just ignore it or something, you’d just reached out in hopes he’d maybe show up…text you…Anything.
You craved him like a dream you wake from too soon; he looked so good, too. His hair was longer now, and there were bags under his eyes, probably from overworking, but he looked good. He always looked good.
“Chris-”
“You kept the ornament I gave you?”
“I kept everything,” You whisper to him. His hand brushed yours, soft at first, as if asking permission from you. But then, suddenly, he pulled you into him. It was like everything around you blurred: the lights, laughter, the faint scent of cinnamon, and the music all faded into the background. His lips met yours in a needily pace, desperate and familiar all at once. You could taste hot chocolate on his breath. You pushed your fingers into his hair, anchoring yourself to him.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled to himself. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d wanted this to go, but you were drawn to one another. His voice was barely a whisper as he finally said something.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, running his hands over your cheek as you snuggle into him,
“Missed you too.” You whisper, kissing his nose softly.
BANG CHAN Accaptance speech [partial]
It was a wild dream to receive such an honor. It still hasn't hit us that this moment is happening. Im so thankful to the members. We did so well. We've been through many ups and downs. We've always been there for eachother. And through that, we were able to bring happiness through many stages and performances. It motivates us to grow stronger and make even better music. We are thankful for so many people 💜 [cont...]
Disclaimer: translation is from the broadcast
Overview: How each member would care for their pregnant partner
Authors note: I’ve never done this sort of layout before but i kinda like it :) Warning pregnancy is mentioned if you are uncomfortable please scroll
Theme:Fluff! ot8 x fem!reader
Word count:700
bang chan —
literally becomes your emotional support husband
so gentle it’s ridiculous… like he’ll touch your belly like it’s made of glass
“does it hurt? do you need water? rest? a foot massage? a new planet?”
reads baby books at 3am because he needs to be prepared
always has a hand on your back when you walk, just in case
talks to your bump in the softest whisper ever
“hey little one, be nice to your mom, okay? she’s doing all the work.”
melts every time he feels a kick
genuinely cries the first time he hears the heartbeat
lee know —
pretends he’s chill… he’s not
follows you around the house JUST to make sure you don’t slip on thin air
carries the laundry basket for you, even if it has two shirts in it
“i’ll do it. sit down. you’re not allowed to lift things anymore.”
massages your lower back without you asking
cats are always curled up on your bump like a lil security squad
kisses your forehead when you think he’s not looking
would 100% talk to the bump but denies it
“i wasn’t talking to the baby. i was… talking to myself.”
sure, Minho.
changbin —
cooks everything for you… protein pancakes, soups, snacks
will not let you go one hour without hydrating
“drink water or i’ll carry you to the sink.”
flexes for the baby because “they should know their dad is strong”
rubs your belly like it’s his new lucky charm
offers piggyback rides whenever your feet hurt
tells everyone “WE’RE pregnant”
sleeps with one hand on your bump, like he’s guarding both of you
hyunjin —
becomes your personal stylist
buys cute comfy maternity clothes because “you deserve to feel pretty”
touches your bump like it’s the most magical thing ever
paints little flowers or hearts on your belly when you’re bored
takes aesthetic photos of you at every stage
cries every time he thinks too hard about you two being parents
talks to the baby in a soft, dreamy voice
“i hope you inherit your mom’s smile… the world needs more of that.”
Most definitely paints the most beautiful mural in the babies nursery
han —
insists on sleeping wrapped around you like a koala
will panic-search every symptom on google (you have to ban him from doing that)
brings you snacks and then eats half of them
accidentally falls asleep on your bump while talking to it
writes a silly baby song on his guitar
tells the baby all his secrets like “your mom doesn’t know i ate the last cookie”
holds your hand in public and at home because he likes knowing you’re okay
constantly daydreams about holding the baby for the first time
felix —
spoils you absolutely rotten
bakes for you every day: muffins, cookies, cakes—everything
talks to the bump like it’s already his best friend
“you’re gonna love your parents, little star.”
rubs your feet while humming
makes sure you have soft blankets, soft snacks, soft everything
genuinely obsessed with watching your belly move
tears up when you wince from discomfort and holds you until it passes
seungmin —
watches you from the corner of his eye 24/7
memorizes every craving
“you mentioned wanting strawberries… i bought five boxes.”
keeps track of appointments better than you do
lets you nap on his chest even if his arm falls asleep
kisses the top of your head when you walk past him
your bump is his new handrest
the baby kicks for the first time and he just soft smiles like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt
i.n —
tries so hard to act mature about everything
but screams (quietly) when the baby kicks
reads parenting books out loud to you
gets so excited buying baby clothes you have to physically remove him from the store
“look!! tiny socks!! tiny feet are gonna wear them!!”
gives you warm blankets without saying anything
gets protective in the most adorably awkward way
kisses your bump goodnight like it’s a ritual
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Synopsis: It's been six months since you were 'rescued' by Changbin. The two of you have become inseparable. When the day doesn't go how you hoped Changbin is once again able to save the day.
Note: This is a sequel to this post and was requested by my very best friend. You don't have to read the first part to understand and enjoy this one.
Waking up you knew your grand adventure for the day wasn't going to happen. These bouts of depression didn't hit often but when they did they hit hard. All you have the energy for is staying indoors and existing. Rolling over your hand flails trying to find your phone. After a minute of uncoordinated searching you do manage to locate it. After unlocking it you navigate to Changbin's contact to let him know that you're having a ‘bad brain day’ and that you don't feel like going out today.
Not wanting to see his reply afraid he'll be upset you toss your phone aside returning to hide back in your blankets. You feel your phone buzz a short while later, but make no effort to look at it. Instead you retreat further into your oasis.
You're startled awake by a soft tapping on your door. Shuffling out of your hiding spot you're visibly confused when Changbin enters your room.
"Hey baby, how’s my beautiful girl doing?" He approaches slowly giving you time to wake up and adjust to him being there. Despite you giving him your door code this is the first time he's used it. You do admit that seeing him here does make your heart feel a bit lighter.
Groggily you sit up further "I've been better. What are you doing here? I thought you would still go out with the others." He’s now sitting on the edge of your bed close but not wanting to crowd you. You change that quickly by moving to sit yourself in his lap pulling him as close to you as you can. Hoping he is able to evict the dark thoughts plaguing your brain.
"Now why would I go with them when my bumblebee is here? That doesn't sound like something I want to do." He pulls back so he's able to take you in. "I made new plans for us and before you pout they don't require us to leave your place at all. But first I need you to change out of your pajamas into something comfy. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
You wanted to cry. Never before have you had someone willing to sit in your depression with you. Someone who would cancel their plans to be with you how you needed them to be. Not wanting to cry in front of him you stand up and gather your things before going to the bathroom.
You stare at yourself in the mirror. You look worse than you thought, hair frizzy and knotted. Dark bags under your eyes and a weight in your posture that you can't quite place but you feel it throughout your body. You decide to take a quick shower to try and tame your hair and hopefully wash some of the negative energy down the drain. Your movements are quicker than your body wants to move but you’re too excited to spend time with Changbin. The curiosity of what he has planned enough to fuel your actions.
When you're finally ready and wearing your favorite ‘lounge around’ clothes you head downstairs. You smell the result of his actions before you see him. Located in the kitchen he’s wearing your apron making breakfast. You smell seaweed soup and are overcome with emotions. It's such a small thing but nobody besides you mom has ever made it for you.
When you sniffle, desperately trying to keep the cries at bay, his body goes tense. Slowly he turns to face you, concern lacing his features. He rounds the counter quickly, "Hey hey hey, what happened? Did I do something wrong?" His eyes scan you from top to bottom desperate to be able to help.
"You're making soup." It feels silly when you say it. You sound like a child but you aren't used to this type of care from someone. You look into his eyes and try to offer a smile.
“Yeah… I know you had mentioned before that it's one of your go to meals when you feel sad." You had said that, you have told several people that, but he is the first to ever use that knowledge and do something with it. "It's almost done, so sit here and I'll bring it to you." He leads you to the chairs at the counter so you can see him as he grabs the bowls and dishes two servings out. He then grabs two smaller bowls to dish out the rice. When he turns back to you carrying your food he looks so focused on not spilling anything. It makes your heart squeeze.
Eating at a slow pace you’re able to enjoy being taken care of. You feel the sharp prick behind your eyes again and you feel like that is going to happen a lot today. After the two of you are done eating he turns in his chair to face you.
"So here is our plan, I went to the store and got supplies for us to have the best indoor date of all time! First I rented our favorite movies and we are going to spend the day watching them. For later, I have some other activities for when I get a little restless." It hits you then how much effort he put into today.
"I am going to clean up the kitchen real quick so why don't you go and get set up on the couch. I grabbed a few blankets already so everything we need should be there." You don't trust your voice to speak so you nod and lean in to give him a kiss. It shocks him for a moment but he’s quick to melt into it. You pull back and he is losing the battle of holding back his smile.
Once you're settled in on the couch it only takes another ten minutes before Changbin comes in too. Carrying a tray layered with your favorite snacks. He sets it on the ottoman so it’s in arms reach. He then moves the blankets and settles in next to you. At first he leaves some room unsure if you want to be touched. You close the gap quickly and lay so your head is it’s resting on his chest and his arm instinctively moves to hold onto you.
You swear the two of you were meant to be together. The way his arm naturally falls over you hand resting on your hip, neither uncomfortable with the other. You're half paying attention to the movie too busy stuck in your own head. Some thoughts bad but those are battling with the good thoughts. The knowledge that there’s someone who wants to know and see you. Who wants to be with you when you're feeling good and when you're feeling bad. It's a strange feeling, that someone could really be getting to know you the way you always craved to be known.
You pull yourself out of your head as the first movie comes to an end. it's getting close to noon now, Changbin shifts under you so you sit up to look at him. "Do you want to make some cookies?" He looks adorable as his ears become a little pink with the question.
"Of course I want to bake some cookies." So you do, the two of you head to the kitchen and he opens the fridge and pulls out ingredients you know weren't there this morning. "How much stuff did you get for today?"
His only answer is a smirk as he washes his hands getting ready. Soft chatter fills the room as the two of you mix ingredients together. Once he puts them in the oven and sets the timer he turns to look at you. “So what should we do while we wait?” You look up at him wondering what other plans he may be hiding.
“Oh, I have a couple ideas.” His voice is low as he takes small steps toward you until he’s standing in front of you. Leaning in his arms trap you in on either side. He leans in a gives you a soft kiss. You lean into it, your hands finding a home on his chest. Too quickly he pulls away and walks to the middle of the room. He digs his phone out of his pocket and after tapping on it for a moment he sets it on the counter. A couple seconds later music starts playing. Looking to you he holds his hand out silently calling you to him. You smile, push off the counter, and take his hand laughing when he immediately spins you around.
The two of you talk and laugh as you dance around the kitchen. You never thought you would find someone who would be able to capture magic in the little moments. Yet here you were, baking cookies and dancing and life had never felt so hopeful.
The ding of the oven startles you when it goes off. Changbin responds quickly, taking them from the oven and setting them aside to cool. “Ok now for the next step.” You tilt your head showing confusion. He goes back to the center counter and grabs his bag. Ruffling through it he makes a small aha noise when he finds what he is looking for. He turns holding face masks. “Let’s go and put these on.” He is smiling impossibly big as he walks to you, turning you with his hands and leads the two of you to the bathroom. He gestures for you to sit on the toilet lid while he is opening one of the masks. You try to take it from him and he pulls away clearly offended. “Absolutely not! A queen shall not do this herself. I will do it for you. He sets the mask aside and moves so he can pull your hair back. Then returns grabs the mask and indeed does put it on for you. You use this opportunity to take him in. He is solely focused on his task and his tongue starts poking out. It makes you chuckle which draws his attention.
The way he looks at you takes your breath away. You don’t really have the words to describe it and nobody has ever looked at you quite that way before. He goes back to his hard work for a minute before nodding and saying he’s done. He then goes to the mirror to put the mask on himself too. Once the two of you are matching he sets a time and you go back to the kitchen. Time goes quickly and before you know it you’re washing your face clean and settling back on the couch where Changbin banished you to while he got another surprise ready. Honestly what else could he do to make today any better. As you wait for Changbin you’re looking out the window and are met with tiny snowflakes. It was the first snow of the year and the first snow with Changbin. You smile softly to yourself and plan to tell him about it later.
You hear him shuffling in and he is once again carrying a tray in. This time it consists of a plate with the cookies you made and two mugs. You smell it as he sets the tray down, he made hot chocolate. It’s almost too sweet how much he was able to plan this out in such a short time. He settles next to you on the couch and plays the next movie.
You’re able to actually focus on this one which is something you didn’t think you’d be able to do with how the morning started. After the second movie you turn to him excitedly. “It started snowing today, do you want to go outside and see??” You gave your best pleading eyes and he pretended to be pondering your words before nodding his head. You hurried to clean up your cups and plates then ran to find your jacket. Once the two of you were ready you went outside to see the snow. Quite a bit had accumulated so you’re not sure when exactly it had started. The ground was covered and you laughed when Changbin dramatically fell down and started making snow angels. When he was satisfied, he stood up used both arms to point at it and said, “a snow angel for my angel” and darn it if that wasn’t the cutest thing you had heard.
You were so overcome with emotions you didn’t even fight your next words, “I love you.” You said them in between your breathy laughs and you almost missed the way his breath caught and he froze.
“What?” You’ve never seen him look quite so serious.
“I said I love you Changbin.” You made sure to convey just how serious you were this time. Not just for everything that he had done today, but for every day that he has showed up and made your days better just by being there. You don’t know exactly what the future is going to throw at you but you do hope that you always have him to experience it with.
“I love you too” he finally said. He went to you quickly pulling you towards him in the warmest embrace. You’ll have more bad days, and he won’t always be able to make them better, you know that he’ll always try and that will be enough.
Genre: minor angst (third party man being a man), first meeting,
Warnings: Men, alcohol use, again men being the worst
wc: 1.2 K
Synopsis: After a long week you go out with a couple friends. Things are good until you're trapped by an unwanted visitor. Enter your knight in black tee to save the evening
Come out with us they said, it'll be fun they said. Yeah being ditched by your two best friends was not your definition of fun. What started out as a typical girls night, the three of you roaming around town going wherever the wind took you, has now turned into you watching their bags while they dance with strangers. Gorgeous strangers but that's beside the point.
Normally you wouldn't really mind it. But after the mind numbingly awful week at work you were honestly looking forward to spending time with your people. You don't want to be a bore and ask them to stop having fun but you wish they would look over and see the lack of fun you were having.
Seeing that they weren't going to tire anytime soon you settle into your booth and grab your phone. When in doubt your fictional characters never let you down. You quickly lose yourself in the book, trading the bar for the fantastical lands within. Suddenly you're ripped from this world when you notice someone sliding into the booth. Believing it to be your friends you look up excited.
Your smile quickly fades when you see it's a man you don't know. Your heart drops when you look out to the dance floor hoping to meet either of your friends eyes but they don't notice. You are on your own to try and get rid of this guy.
"Now what is someone as beautiful as you doing all alone here?" You can tell he's been drinking for a while by the intense slur is anything affecting his speech. You'd think that would make it better, make him easier to fight or get away from. It doesn't, the drunker they are the quicker they can snap.
"I'm not alone." You try to keep it short, not quite rude but not leaving extra room to continue the conversation.
"You look alone to me." His eyes are looking pretty much everywhere except your face. It makes your skin burn. Even though he isn't touching you, you practically feel his every thought. You feel your skin crawling as a shiver runs through you. You swear you see a smirk cross his face at your reaction.
"I'm not I'm here with some friends and my boyfriend." You hope he hasn't been watching you long enough to know that there is no boyfriend in question. While you're sure you could make a scene and your friends would help you don't want to be the center of attention. You can only hope that the mention of a boyfriend is enough, please let it be enough.
"Friends maybe, but no way would a boyfriend let you out of his sight when you look like this." He licks his lips and moves closer to you. Alarm bells are ringing and you're sure if you don't get out of this soon it's only gonna get worse.
"Well she's her own person so why wouldn't I let her?" You look to the left and see another man you don't know standing there. The new arrival causes the other man to lean back to his side. You let out a breath of relief when he's no longer inching closer to you. "Excuse me I'd like some time with my girl alone." The look this new arrival gives leaves no room for objection as he steps to provide a path for the unwanted man to leave. He grumbles what you can assume are hurtful words as he awkwardly scoots out of the booth and finally leaves.
This new man sits down making sure to keep space while still looking close incase they're still being watched. After a moment you fully let out the breath you were holding, unable to stop the tears that come with. You reach up to wipe at them and notice how much you're shaking. After a minute of slow grounding breaths to gather yourself you see a glass of water being slid to you. "I'm sorry I just saw you eyeing your friends for help and couldn't help but react. I'll only stay long enough to make sure that guy is kicked from the bar. Are you ok?" Your eyes go from the man to the water and back to the man. Sitting in front of you is a sight that should be setting off your fight or flight again. This man is one a stranger and two clearly strong. His muscular frame is being shown off by the black t-shirt he is wearing. The sleeves clinging in a way that shouldn't look as good as it does. His hair: dark, curly, and long enough to be hitting his eyes. He sits with a confidence that has been earned, yet he doesn't exude the usual stench of arrogance that follows. His whole presence screams masculine but for some reason you're not met with the inclination to run at the first opportunity. Then his words finally hit you.
"How is he gonna be kicked from the bar?" Hearing the shake in your voice you decide to take the water that was offered.
"My friends. I told them I was gonna see if you needed help and that if I got that guy away they had to make sure he left. They should be headed that way with a manager or someone now." Sure enough there were two younger men leading an older man straight to that guy who had found a new woman to corner. You watch as the manager starts talking which is quickly followed by the drunk man yelling and trying to get in the managers face. It ends with security kicking him out. You look back at your mystery hero in disbelief before he sighs and says, "I suppose that's my queue to leave. Have a nice rest of your night." You're surprised when there is a part of you that yells out not wanting him to leave.
You blurt out "My name's y/n by the way." before you're really thinking about it. Unsure how to get him to stay you try to channel twenty seconds of bravery. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to. I definitely owe you a drink as a way to say thank you. I honestly don't know what would have happened with that guy otherwise." He carries a look of contemplation before finally deciding to sit back down.
"Ok, my name's Changbin. I will definitely let you let me buy you a drink. What are you drinking?" You don't stop the laugh that follows. After bickering back and forth you relent and reluctantly tell him your drink order, and off he goes. It's at this moment that your friends decide to remember you exist.
"OH MY GOSH WHO IS THAT?!" One yells too close to you and you have to hurry and shush her before she says something embarrassing.
"My Knight in black tee shirt" you giggle back. While they give looks to each other you make eye contact with him as he waits at the bar.
"OOOH DO WE LIKE HIM?" Your other friend shouts equally as loud.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." You duck you head as a smile continues to spread across your face no longer able to lay dormant. You maneuver around your friends before they can ask too many questions. Sparing them one more look before turning and walking up to Changbin at the bar.
SUMMARY: If the world wasn't going to bring positivity to you. You'll have to make it on your own.
Note: please ignore any mistakes or inaccuracies. If you saw them no you did not 🙂↔️ I am doing these for a silly goofy time and they are not meant to be taken seriously.
Bang Chan | Lee Know | Changbin Pt.1 | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N
SUMMARY: If the world wasn't going to bring positivity to you. You'll have to make it on your own.
Note: This turned into something longer than I anticipated. Curse you tumblr and your image limit!! Part two is coming later today :) As Always please ignore any mistakes or inaccuracies. If you saw them no you did not 🙂↔️ I am doing these for a silly goofy time and they are not meant to be taken seriously.
Bang Chan | Lee Know | Changbin Pt. 2 | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N
