i want to throw you off a cliff, then rush down to catch you
Stray Kids Imagine
OT8
summary: you have a love-hate relationship, how long until one of you actually folds?
MODERATLY SFW (i kept this one mostly pg) But my entire blog is 18+ please
5.5k words
Bang Chan:
Your love/hate relationship with Chan is a little bit different. You're one of his closest friend's girlfriend. He thinks you're no good for his best friend and tells him all the time until finally his best friend comes up with an ‘ingenious’ plot.
He makes a plan for the three of you to hang out, completely to the surprise of you and Chan. You're aware that there's some tension between you and Chan but you could never figure out exactly why.
He always assumed the two of you just didn't have matching personalities and that's why you were constantly talking shit about each other or down each others throats when you were around one another.
Chan meets with you and your boyfriend and immediately rolls his eyes when they land on you. You raise an eyebrow but don't say anything, instead interlocking your hand with your boyfriend's. You don't notice the clench in his jaw at the action.
As the three of you make your way around the shopping plaza, your boyfriend suggests stopping to get some food and you all agree it's a good idea.
"Just put it all together," Chan's voice surprises you when you order your food, not thinking he would ever pay for anything for you, even if it is only a slice of pizza and some soda.
"So you can be nice... good to know," you snark while filling your cup with soda. Chan is next to you and your boyfriend is on the other side, so he can't see the way Chan's hand brushed against your's as you both reached for a straw… or the way goosebumps raised up your arm and over your entire body.
You lock eyes for a moment but you have to tear your gaze away when he glances at your throat, watching you gulp under his stare. A smug smirk covers his face and your boyfriend's voice rips Chan's attention from you. You're almost annoyed that he ruined that moment, not daring to show it, but Chan can sense it.
"I'll be right back. Try not to rip each other's heads off while I'm in the bathroom. Do you want ice cream?" Your boyfriend speaks up at the table and you nod before he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek and walks towards the bathroom.
He’s gone for a minute or two before Chan finally breaks the silence. You’re engrossed in your phone, opting for silence over an inevitable argument.
"You need to stop staring at me," his voice makes you jump. You glance over at him and he's scrolling through his phone, lazily sipping his drink.
"Keep dreaming, Chris," you scoff, rolling your eyes and sitting back into your chair. You cross your arms over your chest, letting your legs fall apart slightly. He glances at you then back at his phone then back at you again.
"You're a lady. Try sitting up straight every once in a while," he raises an eyebrow at you, looking you up and down, eyes pausing on your chest for just a moment too long.
"For someone who hates me, you sure do pay a lot of attention to me, don't you?" You challenge, leaning forward, folding your hands and letting your chest bulge slightly from the neckline of your tank top. He takes the bait, eyes drifting to your chest before he copies your position, the small table leaving a small space between both of your faces.
He reaches forward, wiping the corner of your mouth and you lean slightly into his touch, smirk on your lips. You know exactly what you're doing, and he's falling right into your trap. He brings his thumb to his own mouth, sucking the pizza sauce that was on your face and you chuckle.
"This is exactly why I can't stand you. You act like the perfect girlfriend..." he trails off, eyes studying your face for any reaction, but you don't give him one, "Jesus, you'll be the death of me," he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear and you let out a laugh, falling back into your seat again.
"That's not my name but you sound so good saying it, I'll let it slide," you flirt, shamelessly. A heat creeps up Chan's neck but before he can say anything else, "Your ice cream should be ready soon, milady," your boyfriend's voice breaks the tension and you glance up at him.
"Thank you, baby," You pucker your lips and look up at him but as soon as he leans in and presses his lips to your's, you lock eyes with Chan. His fist is clenched against the table and if he could pierce you with a gaze, you would be dead.
Lee Know:
Lee Know's version of a 'love/hate relationship' can definitely border more on the edge of hate, if you don't know any better. He is aware of how his tone can affect people and is usually quite careful with his words.
However, everything changed when he met you for the first time. You were originally friends with Seungmin, which should have explained plenty to him.
You liked to push his buttons, liked to see how far you could take it before he snaps. But, to be fair, Lee Minho is an incredibly attractive man, especially when he finally snaps at you. You can't help the wetness pooling between your legs every time he cuts his eyes at you or raises his voice slightly.
"That's the version you're going to go with?" Your snarky voice filled the room as soon as the music stops. Lee Know stalked over to you, snatching his phone out of your hands to monitor his own video that he had you record.
You watch him monitor himself, sweat around his hairline, still catching his breath. His eyebrows fall into an unsatisfied scowl on certain parts, his lips pulled tightly across. He is obviously unhappy with the results and this tickles you.
Unfortunately for him, the only people who could help were you or Seungmin and Seungmin had to record a song for Han. Minho and Han rode together and you and Seungmin rode together so you were practically trapped until the other two wrapped up.
When he came into the recording studio, asking if anyone could film for him since he forgot his tripod, you were the only option. Unless he wanted to ask a stranger, which we all know would never happen.
"As if you could do any better," his lips snarled slightly at you and you roll your eyes. He finishes the video and hands you his phone, "Again," he demands and you snatch the device from him.
"I could've told you that," you mumble, “and a ‘please’ would be nice,” you add on, rolling your eyes. He takes a step towards you, making you take a step back, shoulders pressing against the mirrored wall. His arm is right next to your face, caging you in completely. His jaw clenches, obviously already annoyed by his dance not going correctly, then even more annoyed by you and your antics.
You gulp, not used to this close proximity between you two. The first thing you take note of how long his eyelashes are, framing his pretty, chocolate eyes. There's a sharpness to his gaze that only you get to see and you've actually grown quite fond of.
"Careful, kitty. I'm not a big fan of the bratty attitude when I'm already stressed out," his eyes burn into your's, his tone stable and low, a warning. He pushes away from you and heads to the computer to restart his music. Your heart is pounding in your ears but you still muster the courage to push him just a little further.
"You wouldn't be so stressed if you just did it right the first time," you shrug and lift his phone to start recording again. He lets out a chuckle and glances at you before speaking, his gaze boring into your's.
"If you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit for days," the words hang in the air for a moment before he presses play on the music, snapping you from your thoughts, the sexual tension buzzing through the practice room.
Changbin:
Changbin means no harm by it, but he can't help the overwhelming jealousy that takes him over seeing you with someone else. He thinks he doesn't like you, but the thought of you bickering with anyone else like you do with him? The boys joking that you're an old married couple with anyone else? His blood starts boiling.
And it always surprises him because he's never been known to be a jealous person in the past. Whether it's in relationships or another situation, he has confidence that they aren't going anywhere. But with you, it's different.
Because you aren't really his, you never have been, and he gets this dull throb in his chest when he thinks about the fact that you may never actually be his.
"You can't even swim properly!" Chan’s laugh and tone catch Changbin’s attention.
"But I'm not drowning so I must be doing something right!" You retort, grabbing Chan's shoulder and pushing him under the water. He wastes no time in dragging you down with him.
Changbin sits on the pool's edge, seething with jealousy and anger. He's so focused on you laughing and swimming with Chan, he doesn't notice Felix coming and sitting next to him.
"Are you trying to explode him with your mind?" Felix's voice snaps Changbin out of his trance, jumping slightly at the sudden noise.
"What?"
"Why don't you just ask her out already?" Felix rolls his eyes at his older friend and Changbin immediately shakes his head. He can be quite stubborn, especially when it comes to his feelings and especially when it comes to you.
"It's not like that between us. We aren't even really friends..." he trails off, eyes finding you again when you resurface. He’s in denial, like always.
"Lixie!" your voice sounds sweet as honey to Changbin, making his chest tighten with more jealousy, wishing you would call for him in the same saccharine way.
"Come save me!" Your voice is full of giggles as you struggle to keep yourself afloat. Chan's arm wraps around your waist under the water and Changbin's jaw clenches at the sight. Chan guides you towards Felix and Changbin and you grab the wall when you can finally reach.
"Why don't you come take a break, sweetheart," Felix grabs your hand and pulls you from the water and you sit on the opposite side of him, "I'll take it from here," Felix jokes before jumping in the water, directly on top of Chan and pushing him under the water. Your head falls back in laughter at the action and you hear Changbin chuckle next to you.
"Chan's right, y'know? You really should try to be a better swimmer," he speaks out and you roll your eyes.
"I feel like my dad is scolding me every time you tell me what to do," you lean back onto your elbows, letting the sun warm your body. His eyes trail down your chest, your stomach, the water droplets rolling off your thighs and wetting the concrete under you. Your legs kick gently in the water before you let your head fall back, neck exposed, and Changbin gulps.
"I doubt you would say that if you knew what I was thinking right now," he comments and your eyes open to look at him but his eyes are already on your face. You feel your face heat up and look away, hoping it just looks like redness from the sun and not a blush from the boy that you actively avoid.
"Whatever," you mutter out and Changbin chuckles, just happy you're finally showing him more attention than everyone else...
Hyunjin:
A love hate relationship with Hyunjin would be the definition of walking a very, very thin line. From you and the counterpart's point of view, you both irritate each other to the core. From an outsider's point of view, it seems like the slowest slow burn to ever slow burn. You're constantly at each other's throat, throwing around insults but there's never any real weight behind any of them.
"You're an idiot," you mutter, snatching the remote from Hyunjin. I.N decided it would be entertaining for everyone (especially himself) if he paired you and Hyunjin together on a team while playing a video game.
Everyone is sick of this weird tension between you and Hyunjin, especially lately. You have found yourself paired up with him on more occasions than usual. Whether it’s in the same car or at game night, somehow (shoutout the rest of the boys) you always end up side by side.
Your highly competitive nature really jumps out when it comes to the boys and making sure that you beat them, you're not entirely sure why but you embrace it every time.
"If I'm an idiot then what does that make you?" He snarks back and you narrow your eyes at him but before you can throw your own comment back, Changbin speaks up.
"Can you two just fuck and put us all out of our misery already," he groans out and you feel your entire body ignite, heart threatening to pound right out of your chest. You feel the flush creep up your neck and your mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to come up with a snarky remark.
The boys erupt into a fit of laughter and teasing as you and Hyunjin both sit with a horrified look on your faces. I mean sure, you have both thought about it in the past but... you never thought it would come up again. I mean look at Hyunjin! Who hasn't thought about jumping his bones at least once?
The amount of times you have been around each other and been under the influence and almost kissed is actually ridiculous but of course nobody but you and Hyunjin know about these occasions…
"Shut up," Hyunjin finally gets out, voice quiet but before anyone can say anything else, the remote in your hand vibrates, signaling the start of the new round.
"Try not to suck too bad, doll," you hear Hyunjin's voice, much closer than it was before, his breath warm against your neck. You gulp but push the nerves down quickly.
"As long as I don't do as bad as you, I might be able to carry us the rest of the way," you chuckle as whoops and hollers fill the room at your comeback. Hyunjin just rolls his eyes and you focus on the game again, completely unaware of his gaze on you the entire time, despite his best efforts.
Han:
You and Han had never gotten along. You're constantly irritating him, even without trying. It's to a point now where you bother him on purpose because you think his reactions are funny (ragebaiter meet crashouter).
You just think his face is too cute when he's obviously annoyed or upset. You think it's even cuter when he's pretending to ignore you but you can practically see the steam coming from his ears.
The boys had a glamping trip planned, filming some content and they decided to invite some of their friends as well, you included. You usually were the camera man behind their videos because you spend so much time with them and this trip was no different.
The bickering started out small, nothing that important but it started before you all even got into the vans that were taking you to the campsite.
"I'm not riding with him. He didn't shower this morning," you point over your shoulder at Han and Chan just facepalms in front of you, already fed up and you haven't even left yet.
"Please can you two get along for 3 days. I'm actually begging you," Hyunjin rubs his eyes, already stressed by the two of you.
"Tell her to not speak to me and it'll be fine," Han finally says and you glance at him but his eyes are on your bare thighs in your running shorts.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer, perv," you comment before climbing into the van that you (unfortunately..?) had to share with him. You opted to sit between Minho and Hyunjin, which just pissed Han off even more. That was his unassigned, assigned seat and you knew it.
"Seriously?" He squints at you but you don't bother replying, delving into conversation with Minho instead. About 30 minutes into the drive, you speak up.
"Who has a camera?" You ask into the car and Han holds his in the air. You glance at it but look around at everyone else in the van, "Anyone else?" you murmur and he snaps his head around to look at you.
"What? Now you're too good for my camera?" He challenges you and you just groan before reaching for the camera but he pulls it away before you can grab it.
"Stop acting like a child," you groan and his eyes widen. You know exactly what buttons to press and have no issues pressing them! Before he can say anything Hyunjin interrupts and hands you his camera.
The next spat happens when a couple of you decide to go get some drinks to have by the bonfire. Chan offers to drive a small car that a manager had left but the only problem is, there is one seat less than there is people and unfortunately, you become the one who has to sit on a lap.
Through a game of rock paper scissors, it is decided that you will be sitting in your current enemy's lap, much to both of your dismay.
"Stop squirming," Han complains behind you, the music too loud for anyone else to hear the two of you. You pout slightly but decide to not make it any harder, trying your best to sit still.
On the way back from the store, Chan takes a curve a little sharp and you almost slide off of Han's lap into Felix's next to you. You figure Han would be happy letting you slide off his lap into someone else's but instead his arm flies up, grabbing your waist and pulling you back firmly into his lap.
"I told you to stop squirming," he grumbles but before you can say anything back... you feel it. Something poking you between your legs. You freeze. Is he... hard?
"Han... are you-" before you can finish your question his hand flies up and covers your mouth. He uses the leverage to pull you towards him, your back flush with his chest and he whispers into your ear so quietly that you can barely hear him.
"If you had someone with thighs like this sitting on your lap, you would be turned on too," he finishes his statement by releasing your mouth and the hand lands on your bare thigh, giving a firm squeeze before resting on the door again.
This is going to be a long weekend.
Felix:
Felix is an angel. His intuition is amazing and he's so sweet to everyone. That being said, something about you just rubs him the wrong way. You never necessarily did anything to him but he just can't get past this weird disdain for you.
But he catches himself staring at you more often than he would like to admit. His eyes have a mind of their own and half the time he doesn't even know how long he's been staring before he snaps out of the trance. It annoys him how you seem completely oblivious to the effect you have on him.
His eyes are on your hands when you're typing too loudly and your nails are clicking, his eyes are on your neck when you flick your hair over your shoulder and a bead of sweat rolls down your pulse point while you complain about being hot, his eyes are on your body when you walk into their house with that little black dress on before you go to the club. And for some reason, he’s annoyed.
"Don't plan on wearing clothes tonight?" You've barely walked into the house before he's already making comments about you.
"Why would I? It's summer, I'm hot, and I need some attention," you roll your eyes before bursting into Seungmin's bedroom.
He doesn't notice Seungmin yelling at you about not knocking, he doesn't notice your snarky comment about how he 'gets no bitches', he doesn't even notice when Hyunjin walks through the door.
All he notices is the way the dress hugs your curves, the way your shoes have your calf muscles flexed and shining, the back of your neck under your neat ponytail, the deep dip of the dress, practically flashing him from the top and bottom.
"I'm so fucked," he murmurs under his breath before Hyunjin speaking finally snaps him from his trance on you.
He quiet the whole Uber ride. Letting you, Seungmin, and Hyunjin delve into conversations and talk about the night ahead of you. He's too focused on the way your lips move when you talk, the way you absentmindedly twirl a hair from your ponytail, the way that you tuck a piece of hair behind Hyunjin's ear.
Wait.
What?
He feels the annoyance overcome him again before he can even process it and the snarky comments exits his mouth before he can stop it.
"Is this the attention you were so desperate for?"
"Fuck you, Felix. I haven't said a word to you so why don't you follow suit?" you snap at him and a tension falls over the car, a scoff leaving his lips.
"I thought you wanted attention. I'm just giving you what you want, darling," the sarcasm and condescension dripping from his tone pisses you off and as much as you hate to admit it, also makes you insanely wet.
By the time you get to the club, you're incredibly annoyed and in desperate need of a drink or ten. And after two shots, Felix miraculously appears beside you.
"Slow down, darling. The night is just starting," He grabs your arm to pull you from the bar but you snatch your wrist from his grip and turn towards the bar.
"How much do I owe you?" You opt to ignore him, turning your attention to the bartender, despite feeling his eyes burning holes into the side of your head.
"Put it on my tab," Felix interjects before the bartender can reply and you snap your head towards him but his eyes are already on you, "Whatever she gets tonight can go on my tab," he continues, not breaking eye contact with you. You scoff and roll your eyes walking away from him.
Walking towards the dance floor, someone steps in front of you. Wide body, strong, handsome and the perfect distraction right now.
"Hi, whats your name-"
"Let's dance." You interrupt him, grabbing his bicep and pulling him towards the dance floor. The perfect song is on and you turn, pressing your back to his chest before beginning to sway slowly with the music, his hands find your waist with ease and you fall into a smooth rhythm.
Your head falls back into his shoulder and you feel his nose tickling the side of your neck as you continue to grind on each other like teenagers. Your eyes fall closed but before long you feel eyes on you and you snap them open to find Felix's gaze on you.
He looks like he’s studying you, which from your point of view, is how he always seems to be looking at you, like you're a puzzle to be solved.
You feel the man behind you grab your chin and turn your face towards his before your lips press together. You melt into the kiss, annoyed that Felix is even on your mind when you have this fine specimen of a man behind you.
You're barely into the kiss when you feel a hand around your throat, pulling you away from him. Your eyes snap open and Felix is right in front of you.
"Felix? What the hell do you-"
"Fuck off, cuck," his gaze is past you, eyes on the man behind you who to your surprise tightens his grip on your hips.
"What? you think she belongs to you?" the man behind you questions and Felix scoffs, one hand still around your neck and the other snakes around your waist, pulling you into his body and away from the other man's hands.
"Come on." He demands from you grabbing your elbow and dragging you back to the section that they had reserved for the night.
"Felix, what the hell!" You scream out over the music but instead he plops onto the couch in the empty section and pulls you onto his lap, straddling his hips. You freeze, your hands naturally finding his shoulders.
"You have no idea what you do to me," and before you can reply, he's tilting a bottle to his mouth and his lips are on your's, tequila invading your taste buds as he spits the liquid into your mouth before it turns to a kiss.
Seungmin:
Seungmin pushes. We all know this. He pushes and pushes and pushes until he finally gets pushed back. He doesn't know how much it'll take for you to finally fold but he's willing to wait forever if he has to.
You're quite different, the two of you. He has a sharp tongue, quick witted, purposefully annoying. You, however, have learned that ignoring him gets under his skin much worse than coming up with a rebuttal, although sometimes you can't help it. I.N and Felix think it's hilarious how pissed off you can make him by simply saying nothing.
"Damn, you sure know how to spread out, don't you," your eyes flick up, glasses slipping down your nose slightly and making eye contact with Seungmin. You were finishing a project for work at their house and had taken the dining table over, papers spread over the whole space.
You look back down at your work, trying your best to ignore the man who is approaching you, "Hello? I know you hear me," Seungmin reaches forward, pulling the glasses off your nose and you let out a frustrated sigh, finally looking up at him.
"I'm busy. Go find someone else to play with, dog," you reach for the glasses and he moves them, just out of your reach. You stand, using his disruption as a break, and walk into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water.
You know he isn't far behind you. You can sense his presence before you can hear him. His foot steps are quiet against the floor, they always are.
You feel two hands on your hips, pushing your body away from the cabinet you were in front of. You turn your head just as Seungmin slides next to you, reaching into the cabinet. His shirt lifts and your eyes dart down to his happy trail before back to his face and he's already looking at you.
"What? See something you like?" He winks at you and you groan, finally folding.
"What do you want from me? Why do you tease me so much? There has to he a more willing victim on your list!" you complain, turning away from him. Before you can storm off, his hand wraps around your elbow and pulls you towards him. You're not quite touching but you're close enough that the fabric of his shirt brushes against your arm.
"Because there's no one who looks nearly as cute as you when you're pissed off and pretending to ignore me," he lets go and grabs your glass of water before walking towards his room.
"Thanks for the water, sweetheart," he calls over his shoulder before leaving your sight and closing his bedroom door behind him, making you let out a groan.
I.N:
You already know you've had too much to drink, decidedly cutting yourself off before anyone else can. You're about one shot away from showing everyone what you had for dinner, and you would rather avoid that at all cost. Especially because you know that your on again, off again situationship would never let you live it down.
You and Jeongin had a bit of history. You had run in the same friend group and one night of smoking/drinking too much ended with you in his bed and him on top of you. Only one person in the friend group outside the two of you was ever aware of the new 'relationship' that you and Jeongin had decided to dive into. So to everyone else, it seemed like the two of you just had some beef that nobody knew about except you two.
In all actuality, the two of you were constantly fighting then making up in the bedroom later. The tension building until neither of you could take it anymore.
The main reason the two of you can't see eye to eye, is that Jeongin wants you all to himself and you refuse to be tied down by someone who won't even date you. (as u should queen)
You decide to step outside to get some air, help sober you up a tiny bit. You walk towards the curb, deciding to place yourself next to a motorcycle and pull your phone out to let your friend know you're fine and just needed some air. You're drunkenly trying to type when you hear a voice, slightly familiar but you don't care enough to figure it out.
"Want a ride, gorgeous?"
You look up and notice the driver of the bike is right in front of you, helmet on with the visor pulled down. He leans against his bike, one hand supporting his weight and the other one extended towards you.
You glance at the bike behind him before looking at his hand, "Sure," you agree and take his hand but instead of helping you onto the bike, he pulls you into him, your chest crashing against his.
"Survival instincts of a fly," his voice teases out and your heart drops when you finally recognize it.
"Jeongin?" you question and push the visor up, his sharp eyes on display, a mix of disappointment and annoyance on his face. You try to push away but his hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against him.
"W-when did you get a bike?" You ask, trying to ease the tension a bit. He lets out a disgruntled noise, obviously annoyed by your question.
"You really only use me for my body, don't you? You never listen to a word I say," his hand that was still holding your wrist finally loosens and he opps to wrap it around your neck instead. You practically melt into his familiar touch, the alcohol making you feel like putty in his hands.
"So you really were going to get on a stranger's bike... I knew you were reckless but come on. That's a little much, don't you think?" He lets go of your throat and unclasps his helmet before pulling it off his head, and placing it on your’s instead. Your hands subconsciously slide up his body, lacing into his thick hair.
uh hey guys(: i know its been a while do u still love me
explained heesung leaving enhypen to my non kpop best friend by saying zayn just left one direction regardless of what fandom youre in and she now understands it
