warnings: afab reader for most of these some r unspecified, nsfw in some stories (I’ll specify), trigger warnings vary for each story, i am not responsible for the content you consume, everyone in these stories are of age (including reader)
an: my works will be specified and you’ll know if I did not write or contribute to fics. and DO i have a thing for titling my fics after songs? obviously and i can’t help it
fics below the cut! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
my works ⊹ ࣪
stray kids .ᐟ.ᐟ
soulmate au series 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹
enchanted: bangchan soulmate au - in progress
#icanteven: minho soulmate au - in progress
ONLY: changbin soulmate au - in progress
tattooed heart: hyunjin soulmate au - in progress
serendipity: han soulmate au
pt.2 (felix x han x reader)
pt.2 alternate (no reader x felix) - in progress
kiss her you fool: felix soulmate au - in progress
a dream with a baseball player: seungmin soulmate au - in progress
impurities: jeongin soulmate au - in progress
invisible string: stray kids ot8 soulmate au
ᝰ.ᐟ more coming soon..
kpop fic recommendations ⊹ ࣪
enhypen .ᐟ.ᐟ
enhypen kinktober #1 — read tags
hope they catch us feat. heeseung
may you never forget me feat. Heeseung
i’ll be there ‘till the stars don’t shine feat. jay
teach me feat. sunghoon
fangs feat. jungwon
bad parking feat. jungwon
glasses and fruit feat. jungwon
the age of almost feat. ni-ki
you and i feat. ni-ki
every year we get older feat. ni-ki
headcanons 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹
the evenings feat. ot7 (separately)
i love to lay when laying is next to you feat ot7 (separately)
ᝰ.ᐟ more coming soon…
stray kids .ᐟ.ᐟ
go ask your father feat. lee minho
life saver feat. lee minho
jealousy on tour feat. minho
work, doll feat. hyunjin
Dear y/n, sorry we tried to kill you (ot8)
catch me, spidey feat. han
emergency brownies feat. felix
Make him crack (seungmin)
unspoken words feat. Seungmin
emergency babysitters club feat. ot8
headcanons 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹
the moment they realized they loved you feat. hyung line
bts .ᐟ.ᐟ
blood sweat and tears feat. Ot7
best friend jin drabble
accidentally adding a fan into the bts group chat feat. ot7
— 스트레이 키즈 x reader .ᐟ.ᐟ fluff, red string, soulmate au :: 7000+ wdc (srry)
☆ ──꒰💌꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ in which 𓂃 every soulmate has a red string that attaches to them that appears when within a certain distance from them that only you can see. when you finally grab tickets to your favorite concert and your string follows 8 different people, how do you react?
“where there clues i didn't see? and isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?” — invisible string by taylor swift ♬ ݁˖
other member ver: bangchan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | han pt.2 pt.2 alternate | felix | seungmin | jeongin | ot8
main master list here 𓏲𝄢
an: i had such a fun time writing this fic. im always sad to leave it behind :(( but i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. it took lots of procrastination and late nights lmao
fic below the cut . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
The bright flourishing lights of the stage that flicker as a reflection in your eyes and also into your camera lens, the lightstick flashing different colors on and off along with the fire that bursts out on crescendos and lasers that move up and down your face gave you shivers down your spine and goosebumps on your skin. The lights that will change the way you look at life and even how you enjoy music were something you never thought you would see. But here you are, with barrier seats, at the Stray Kids Dominate Tour.
Going to a Stray Kids concert was something you had assumed you’d have to give up on going to, with your luck and your location. You live in a place where most K-pop groups don’t tour, which is a pain when you’re trying to connect with other K-pop fans and go to events. Most of your friends who listen to K-pop are online, so you can’t go to concerts with them or go shopping for albums together. It’s not like your town is low in population, just in popularity, which makes it a hard destination for idols. People went crazy when BTS went to Oakland for their Speak Yourself tour in 2018, though you were grateful they chose a less popular spot near you. You and other online people in the same area keep protesting for companies to bring their idols to your city. Some complied and brought their groups, but you didn’t stan them and wanted to leave your tickets to more devoted fans or, sadly, resellers.
But after graduating from college, you had saved up enough money to afford concert tickets. The only thing you had asked for at birthdays was money. People had been happy to comply, though, friends and family who didn’t know you as well were more than willing to just hand you cash. You had picked up as many shifts as possible, even grabbing the attention of your friend who pointed out your dark circles. You almost slapped her. Genuinely. But you knew she meant well. She had brought you lemon squares the next day as an apology.
Thank God, you won the Ticketmaster war. After trying many different locations, desperate to get anything, even nosebleeds, you did it. You had gotten pit 3, row 1. Like you had been living a dream, you pinched yourself. You’d be right in the middle, grateful for Stray Kids to even look your way. You didn’t manifest it per se, but you definitely prayed every night and fell asleep to a Stray Kids playlist in your ear despite being woken up a couple times to God’s Menu or Side Effects. Being awoken at 1:43 in the morning the day before tickets went on sale definitely helped you build up your confidence about getting tickets. You had done the same for other artists such as BTS, seeing the words BTS around town which made you think, in your delusional state, that you’d get a barrier. You did, so you decided to use the same logic for Stray Kids, because you wanted these tickets more than anything. They have been your ultimate group since you started liking K-pop. They were your home, your forever 8.
Months of planning online, searching thousands of pins on Pinterest, videos on TikTok and Instagram, and shopping through many online stores and in malls, you found the outfit that made you most confident and went with the black and red theme, matching your new lightstick. You knew that going with this outfit, you’d be comfortable and stylish, ultimately leading to a perfect concert night. Last concert you went to, you bought boots that were notoriously known for blisters, so you had to learn the hard way and walk home barefoot in the Las Vegas heat with bandages all over your feet. You almost had a stranger carry you back to Mandalay Bay, but you decided against it, risking injury over embarrassment. This time, you were unstoppable. Everything about you screamed hottie, and you had taken millions of photos before the concert even started. You even took a video of yourself to remember when you look back at concert videos.
“Today is the day of the concert! I wanted to look as cute as possible, just in case I see my soulmate. Not to make everything about him, but why do I travel if there’s no hope in meeting him?” You said into your phone camera, doing a small spin to show off your outfit. “This is my fit, I even made my hair and makeup as cute as possible. I practiced it frequently to get the look right, and now I never want to take it off. My clear bag is covered in buttons of all the members, and honestly, it’ll probably be filled to the brim with freebies, and I will keep them all forever,” you laughed at yourself.
This concert, just like many of the other trips, you were hoping to see a red string somewhere in the crowd. It was your biggest dream, a soulmate who also loves K-pop, it was a guarantee that they liked Stray Kids. You could nerd out for hours about the group if you wanted to, so why not have a soulmate that will actually participate in the conversations you had and maybe buy you bubble accounts? It was perfect in theory, the idea of finding someone here to call yours, but the last few K-pop concerts you had gone to in the previous couple of years, you were out of luck—no red string to lead you to the one. LA was about 400 square miles, and you needed to be within 25 miles of your soulmate to see the string. Your soulmate might live in LA, but be in the wrong place at the wrong time and you’d miss them. But maybe, just maybe, since this was your first stray kids concert, you’d be able to find the one. If they were in the stadium, you’d know. You had grown up not being able to see one and gossiping with your friends about who you assumed it was.
Stray Kids’ next stop was in LA, and you decided to take a road trip to save money, because plane tickets were basically a luxury for people fresh out of college. You had a stable job, but it's best to save your money for merch or other items around town. You chose to buy the cheapest tickets for the hotel closest to Sofi Stadium. Not only would you save some cash, but you’d also not need to walk as far on your way home from the concert. You were looking forward to the hotel breakfast buffet the early morning after the concert, one of your favorite traditions. Eating the mildly cold scrambled eggs with the sizzling coffee along with other side dishes like bacon, fruits, potatoes, pancakes, and yogurt was the best part of the post-concert depression. You've got to splurge on food without having to pay money for groceries, it’s how you enjoyed your time traveling looking for your soulmate without spending so much money.
Arriving at your hotel room, you flopped your bag onto the floor next to your twin XL bed. It was small, but the sheets were clean and tucked in. You expected no less from a hotel room you paid the least amount of money for. But it looked so soft. Driving so many hours made you want to pass out. Your eyes burned, begging to close. But you wanted to enjoy every second of your trip before the concert. Day 1 of the Dominate Tour in LA was that night, so you expected a lot of traffic around town. You decided to Uber instead of wasting money on gas. You've got to explore a little, checking out some museums to do a little Namjooning, along with a 3-story Barnes and Noble in the Grove. Everywhere you went had been expecting Stray Kids fans to arrive, so there were deals upon deals for travelers who were here for the boys. You even checked out a K-pop store hoping they’d be participating too, so you decided to buy a variant of your favorite Stray Kids album to get yourself excited. It worked. Pulling a Changbin photocard you hadn’t had left you excited to add it to your ever-growing collection. By the time you were done exploring the vast city of LA and taking photos, it had become dinner time. Eating somewhere fast to provide energy and more time to get ready, you headed back to your hotel room. Playing the Dominate Tour Setlist, you put on everything you needed, packing up your concert bag with your necessities. You wanted tonight to be perfect.
Walking to the stadium a little bit later than you had wanted to because you had gotten distracted listening to music in the shower, you wanted to take some photos of the view you had. You decided you would collect freebies after the concert or sometime during intermission. Reaching for your bag without looking away from the stadium, you lifted your phone in front of your face to snap a picture, when you saw it. A red string tied to your ring finger. Holy. Shit. This was it. This is what you had been daydreaming about since you were little, and especially since you started listening to Stray Kids. Your eyes followed where the red string led. It pointed you towards the stadium, where you had suspected it would be. Someone, out of maybe 70,000 people, was the one who completed the other half of your heart. Someone you’d stay with forever even when times got tough. You had cried to your mother when you were younger about finding your soulmate, especially since she hadn’t found hers. Not many people did. You dreamed about it every night, you saw him in your dreams. He was always just out of reach. You saw him around corners, you felt him linger behind you, but when you went to talk to him, he would disappear. You couldn’t even see his face, it was blurry. Every morning you woke up disappointed, you had hoped the next day would be different. But it never was. It never was. It was never your choice to settle down. Your parents had been close to pressuring you to. You were getting older, you had graduated from college, you needed to date someone. But you never let up, you never could. You wanted to save all your firsts for him.
Walking to your seat, which was way closer to the stage than you thought, you got a really good look at everyone in the crowd. And then at your red string. You looked around. It didn’t seem like anyone was in the audience, or else they might’ve found you by now. The red string kind of disappeared after a good 5 feet, so you only saw the general direction of where the string was going. It wasn’t anyone inside the stadium, it was coming from past the curtains on the floor. God, you hoped it was a staff member who worked at SoFi stadium, or even for Stray Kids. You’d be able to have a soulmate and someone who could get you access to Stray Kids tickets and albums. You started imagining your life with this guy, even though you had never seen him before. Going to the park on a sunny day and sitting on the freshly watered grass under a tree, enjoying fruits and sandwiches packed for you by him, sleeping on your soft couch under a blanket snuggled up against him after watching a scary movie, and not risking moving away from his warmth, meeting his parents and his family and being immediately welcomed into their daily routine and rituals. You had worried, from the time you sat in your seat to the moment the lights started dimming, about how you would navigate the language difference if he did work for Stray Kids or the JYP company. You didn’t speak Korean, and you barely passed Spanish in high school. How would you communicate with the love of your life? You would take the time to learn the language, but in the meantime, you would not be able to understand anything he said. Maybe meeting his family would have to wait. You were already late to arrive at the concert, and you didn’t want to miss the beginning of the concert, as stupid as it sounds, to meet your soulmate. If they had any idea of the premise behind the red string, they’d wait after to meet you.
Since the lights dimmed, you decided to quiet your thoughts down by screaming for the members. The biggest moment in your life and the people that helped you during your lowest were here. The people around you had matched your energy, swinging their lightsticks and calling out for their biases. You however, had been ot8 since you discovered Stray Kids. You could never choose anyone specific. You would never judge anyone for having one, of course, you had biases in other groups. You just appreciated everything about each one, and their duality. They were all so talented, kind, and also funny in their own ways, you were happy to receive any photocard and freebie at this concert. Being ot8, you could enjoy every vlog and 2 kids room. No matter where the members were on stage, you could enjoy whoever was close to you. Which, unbeknownst to you, would fill up your storage 8 times as quick than if you just had one bias or a bias line. You also spent 8 times as much money on merch. You have a Skzoo bias, of course, but you wanted to fully represent your love for each member, so you bought each Skzoo when they dropped and tried collecting OT8 photocard sets. Your wallet, if it was a person, would’ve probably killed you by now. Sorry wallet.
Fans started doing a fanchant, so you chanted along, swinging your lightstick to each member’s name. The chant eventually stopped and you heard a chrechendo of screams coming from the crowd. Being a kpop fan, and a music fan in general, that meant that the artist was coming on stage. The noise in your ear was almost unbearable. You didn’t want to miss a single thing from this concert, even if that meant your throat hurt in the morning, your eyes burned, and your ears were most likely permanently damaged from the noise. You joined in on the fan shouting, waiting to see each member on the big screen. Screams varied for each member, but you screamed just as loud for each of them. You had seen countless videos and fancams of the Dominate Concert to prepare you for this moment, but it truly wasn’t enough. Adrenaline was rushing through your body, preventing you from feeling the pain of standing in your boots for 3 hours. The members were just as pumped as you were. Maybe because it was LA, and people in LA were always going to be more energetic, but they were patting each other on the back, shaking each other's shoulders, and jumping all around. Much more energy than any of the TikToks you had seen before.
Stray Kids ran throughout the stage as they sang the first song, Mountains, to the crowd. Singing along, you wanted to enjoy the moment you had right now. You’d film the members later when they came closer to you. Once the boys started to disperse throughout the stage, your stomach dropped. You had been having such a good time, the neon-lit arena and the swaying crowd filled with reds and blacks giving you a euphoric, out-of-body experience. Hyunjin, who had been scanning the crowd, searching for fans with wild energy, had landed his eyes on you. He gave you a silent nod and a wink before turning away. You almost passed out, but realized one simple thing. The reds you had seen in the crowd, one of them was your string, disappearing about 3 feet in front of Hyunjin, his end of the string disappearing about 3 feet in front of you. You had tuned out your red string so you could focus on the concert, not realizing it would become the focus of the concert. He quickly turned his head back to look at you again. Shit. He knows too. He stared at his string, at yours, and back at you. Shit. Shit. This cannot be happening. You are not soulmates with Hyunjin, you cannot be. Your breathing was in short, small bursts, leaving you dizzier than you already were. Lasers flashed over your face as they scanned throughout the crowd, temporarily blinding you from the sight in front of you. Your once electric energy, along with him standing right in front of you, had quickly diminished. Forget about the language barrier you were worried about with staff, how would you manage the difference in fame, in money, in attractiveness? He was attractive, one of the more conventionally attractive members, and you were basic. You were pretty, sure, but standing next to Hyunjin, what would his members think? Or his family? The fans? You’d be torn to shreds online if he revealed you.
Skipping away like he didn’t see anything, but a smile clear on his face, he ran over towards Bangchan, who was a little bit further away. Hyunjin tapped on his shoulder and leaned into his ear, whispering something to the leader. God. Now Chan probably knows. The amount of fancams this moment will have will be astronomical, you wonder how many people will try to lip read his words. Bangchan quickly whipped his head over to you, but looking back at the crowd in front of him did not seem suspicious. Word quickly spread around the members, you could tell. They were all smiling wildly. When they weren’t doing choreography, they had all come over one by one sneakily to take a not-so-obvious look at you, pretending to interact with fans and sing their designated parts.
You had basically burned up into ashes at that point, with the amount of blush and embarrassment present on your face. Though you didn’t stop screaming for them, shaking your lightstick along with the fans beside you. Why would you make it any more obvious what they were doing? If fans knew they had all been looking at you, you’d be dead. Dead, dead. Like, sending those trucks with screens on them to your house and funeral bouquets that they do to protest groups, idols, or companies. But, one strange thing had been happening each time that a different member had approached your section. Your red string had no longer been following Hyunjin around on stage, like you had assumed. It was then following whatever member was in front of you. Changbin had been next to travel over, and his string and yours were close and following each other. Then I.N, Seungmin, Felix, Han, Bangchan, and then Lee Know. Each respective member, you had seen a red string that connected theirs to yours. Now you were actually freaking out. Was your string broken, or were you?
Once intermission started, you booked it out of your seat and into the bathroom to hide. Hide from the members or staff, but mostly from embarrassment. There had been a short line, but once you made it into a stall, you had stayed in there for as long as people would let you before knocking on the door. Splashing your hands with the cold water and throwing some onto your waterproof makeup, you managed to remove the red hue from your face and look presentable again. Stepping outside, the line had died down and you believed to be in the clear. Until a tap came from behind you.
“Excuse me?”
Turning around, you noticed a person dressed in all black with slacks and a button-up. “Yes?”
“I’m with JYP, they requested that you come with me,” he said in English with an accent that was barely noticeable.
You froze. That was probably the last thing you wanted to do. “I.. no,” you spat out, ruder than you wanted to.
“No?” He clarified, his eyebrows raising in surprise at your response.
“…Find me later. Or.. never’s fine too,” you said, holding your clear bag like it was the only thing keeping you from being buried 6 feet under. You immediately walked away, stiffer than you had ever been. He called for you, but you didn’t respond. Your knees were locked, your arms were tied in place, and your breathing was erratic. Any attempt to remove the red on your face had failed, it was all coming back. You couldn’t imagine how you looked to everyone else, like a sunburnt robot. God, you had never been more embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop enunciating that to yourself.
Once you got back to your seat, the girl who sat next to you noticed your ice-like behavior.
“Are you okay?” She asked, mustard-covered soft pretzel in hand that she probably got from a stand outside.
You didn’t respond, but you slowly nodded your head up and down. She shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the stage. Looking at said stage, you took a deep breath in and took off the member badges on your strap, placing them deep into your bag.
The concert went by quickly. The members, no matter how desperate they were to keep looking at you, almost entirely ignored that section to allow you some boundaries. They had heard from the staff that you didn’t want to meet them, so they wanted to make you feel comfortable. When they did come over to see fans next to you, they tried their best to avoid eye contact as much as possible. But the few times you both had accidentally, your face had become just as red. Why can’t you stop being like this? You were being weird in front of your soulmate.. or.. soulmates. Well, that's weird to say. But what else? You have confirmed to yourself that you had 8 soulmates. All 8 of them? Mega famous, mega rich kpop idols. Girls had pined over them for years, but you. You were their soulmate. The pit in your stomach had never gone away, even during your favorite songs and choreos. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, your first encounter with Hyunjin, them all coming over to you, and what the future would be like. The probability of this working out was low. How were you supposed to survive being the only woman in a relationship with 8 men who were already best friends? You hadn’t heard anything about people having that many soulmates. You had heard stories on the news about people having 2 soulmates, and one very rare case about someone having 3. But 8 men, and they all knew each other already? You could not wait to be the talk of the town. A joke. The next news article on dispatch and the hottest gossip on those “latest K-pop updates” videos with fancams of WonYoung in the background.
Once the members had said their goodbyes, giving you one last look before stepping off stage, the stage lights dimmed and the main lights came on, you took a sigh in and out. The concert you had once been so excited for, one that you knew you were going to get post-concert depression with, had ended, and you weren’t even feeling the emotions you thought you would feel. But now, you were shaking in what you couldn’t tell was fear of the future, or fear of what you had just experienced. Following the crowd outside the stadium, you were approached by a different staff member. It was a woman this time, but dressed in the same all-black outfit. Stopping you in your tracks to make sure your attention was on her, she reached for her pocket and pulled out a card. A business card.
“What was your name?” She asked.
“I… um… y/n y/l/n.”
Handing it to you, not saying anything, she nodded and turned away, back towards the stadium. Not looking at the card in fear someone might take it, though something inside of you wanted to rip it up anyway, you swiftly put it in your pocket. You did not want any other fans to notice the interaction that had occurred between you too, but it was dark enough and people were very tired from dancing and screaming all night to really notice. You lazily walked back to your hotel nearby, hyper aware of what you had on you like it was contraband. You kept the bag you had in front of you, just in case someone might pickpocket you, if that’s something that Stays would even do. Not before long, you had to take your boots off and walk back to your room barefoot, the pressure of what had happened tonight weighing you down, making your eyes droopy. You basically flopped right into bed when you unlocked the door with your keycard, throwing the belongings in your hands onto the floor as you snuggled under the blankets.
The sun had shown harshly through the windows facing east, shining directly onto your face. The curtains you had forgotten to close when you left the room for the concert were bunched together on one side. Getting up to clean up from last night, washing your makeup off and changing into presentable clothes after taking a shower, you had just over an hour to think about the night before. You wished the only thing you would think about was the concert itself. Seeing the members, singing the songs, and getting freebies, is normal concert behavior. But what actually happened that night was the only thing you’d remember that concert by. You hadn’t looked at your bag since you’d awoken, though, knowing you’d just get another pit in your stomach, larger than if you just thought about it.
In your travel bag, you packed some chia seed pudding inside a lunchbox and placed it in the fridge when you first arrived. Remembering this, you grabbed the pudding along with a small 13 dollar sparkling wine that was in there as well. You deserved it anyway. You still had a day or two in LA before you had to drive home, and you wanted to explore the city a little bit more. Taking a small sip of the drink and absolutely devouring your pudding because of your lack of food from the night before, you knew you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the rest of your trip unless you settled the problem you had. You were sure Stray Kids wouldn’t feel this insane about the situation, but you didn’t want to leave wondering what would’ve happened if you called.
Grabbing your concert bag from the night before, digging through the freebies you got and rifling through your hygiene care items, you found the card crumbled at the bottom. Unfolding it, some of the phone numbers were gone, being crumpled and destroyed as the paper fell off the cardstock. Shit! How could you have been so stupid? There was one number missing, but now you had to call 10 numbers just to make sure you had the right one. What tired you had done the night before, awake and slightly sober you had to deal with. You left all of your stuff on the table you were sitting at in your hotel room, and you went out onto the balcony to decompress and breathe in the fresh air. LA had a beautiful landscape, something you had only seen in photos before. It was not like New York, it had its own style. It was a very pop-culture and creatively filled urban grit metropolitan city. You chuckled to yourself at all the descriptive words you used to describe this city that was probably like any other. But you couldn’t say that. You knew LA was special, it was the city where you met your soulmate. A place you’d mark on a map and in your heart forever.
Finally picking up your cell phone to sit on the desk chair inside, you dialed the number on the card, typing a 0 where the missing number was. Nobody picked up. You groaned loudly, marking a cross on the first line of the notepad you had nearby to mark off what numbers you had called first. What if that was the number you needed but they missed a call? You decided to keep going through each number and hoped they’d call back or you’d call back later. You dialed the number with a 1. No answer. How many people weren’t going to pick up their phone? It made your search a lot harder. You dialed the number with a 2. This time, there was an answer.
“Hello?” The lady on the other end asked. She had a broad accent from somewhere you couldn’t place, but it was probably somewhere south.
“Hello.. I’m y/n y/l/n,” you responded.
“That’s great for you. Are ya tryna sell me somethin’? If so, ‘m not interested. Bye.” And just like that, she hung up. Great.
One things for sure, that definitely wasn’t Stray Kids or their manager. You decided to keep going down the list. Lots of people didn’t answer their phones nowadays, so that made the process a lot faster. Once you were done going through the list, if none of them was someone who worked for JYP, you’d go back down again, calling the numbers who didn’t pick up. Every time you typed in the full number, you hesitated pressing the call button. You had never been so scared of making a phone call before, even though you knew you had anxiety when it came to interactions over the telephone. You knew the call, if successful, would probably change your life. In so many ways. Thinking a little selfishly, you could finally get a stable job but not have to worry about when your next paycheck was going to be. You had spent so long saving up for these tickets, but you didn’t have to save up anymore. You had suddenly become hopeful for the future. Finally, after calling 5 numbers, you dialed one last time before someone on the other side picked up.
“Yeoboseyo?” A man had asked.
“Hi! I’m.. um.. y/n y/l/n,” you said, a little more nervous now that you knew it was the right person.
“One second,” he stated in a Korean accent, putting you on hold. The man had clearly left his seat. You could hear him get up and someone else sit in his chair.
“Hello, y/n y/l/n. I work with the entertainment company JYP. We understand that your soulmate string has connected with members of one of our boy groups and they wish to meet up with you. To ensure safety, we will provide the details in a text message and that you will delete the messages after. An NDA will be signed once you arrive. Thank you for your cooperation,” the man said. He had a deeper voice but a clearer English accent. He hung up after.
You dropped the phone onto the bed next to you. This was real. This was happening. All because of a stupid soulmate thing and your decision to ‘live life’ and go to a concert you could barely afford, your soulmate strings connected and you found your soulmate.
Almost immediately, you received a message from the same number with more information.
“To y/n y/l/n, we wish to respect the members’ privacy and safety as well as your own. To keep this from going public with the intent to hurt or damage the members’ or their public image, we will arrive at your hotel at 9:00 AM in a black 2021 Honda CRV with the license plate number 06BRJ72 on both the front and the back of the vehicle. It will have tinted windows and be ready at the back entrance. The members will be waiting at the location drop off, thank you.”
This was serious. You knew K-pop companies did their best to keep scandals and dating rumors at bay, but you didn’t know how serious it actually was now that you were directly involved with a group. You had a couple hours to get ready. You had already showered and your curls were still in place from last night, so you only needed to apply makeup and probably change your outfit. You had planned to wear this outfit with the intent of nobody seeing you or caring about what you looked like. You didn’t really have any other clothes, so you walked down to the lobby where some clothing shops were nearby. You didn’t want to waste loads of time picking out clothes you might not like, so you chose items that you knew would look good on you before trying them on. You purposefully picked items in colors that complemented your eyes and evened out your skin tone, while also giving you a little more confidence than what you had worn before. You decided on a look you had never really experimented with before, a little modern chic. The style was more expensive than you could normally spend up to, but you wanted to splurge a little bit more on this occasion. You bought some new earrings that you knew would turn green if you wore them too long (but you’d only be wearing them once, honestly) and a dainty necklace that went with the neckline of your shirt. The bag you had decided to bring matched the outfit, and your boots from the concert matched as well anyways. You actually had to look up the style meant, so maybe when you had some more money, you could start dressing like that. It fit your body type so well, and it made you feel so rich and lavish.
Arriving back at your hotel room, you took the time to look as pretty as possible, while also looking like you weren’t trying too hard. You didn’t know about the occasion, so you were unsure if you should have bought a dress or worn something more casual. You decided not to overthink it too hard, they were your soulmates afterall. If they didn't like you in an outfit you felt confident in, they didn’t deserve you at all. That’s what you thought if you knew they weren’t your favorite idols. You were too easy, you’d wear a trash bag every day if they asked you to. But you try to have a little more dignity than that. You were an adult, too. You had a job, you had an apartment, you had a cat, why would you not also be a respectable person in society, even if your favorite boy group was suddenly revealed to be your soulmate?
The clock had turned 9 before you even realized it. You spent so long thinking about where the afternoon would go, deciding not to listen to stray kids while you got ready, but music that made you confident instead. You headed down to where you presumed the back entrance was and entered a vehicle of the same description. There was a masked man in the front seat, who was silent while he drove you there, only giving you a nod when you came in and a nod when you arrived at your destination. It was The Little Door, a small, high-end restaurant that you knew allowed for private dining. You had never been expensive enough to eat there, but you passed by it enough on your walk to work that you could do a little more research on it. Walking inside, you could see it was dimly lit and very intimate, perfect for private meetings. It was almost like an enchanted garden oasis, with lush greenery, cascading lights, dim cozy nooks, and antique chandeliers. You knew the room that the members had rented out was probably fancier and more intimate than this, which made you a little nervous for your arrival. Being escorted into a separate room by another employee of JYP, they were huddled on one end of a long table, with the same decorations from the public area in this private lounge as well. They all stood up immediately, slightly bumping into each other as they stood there.
“Hi! Please, sit wherever you want. We’re glad you arrived. We were nervous you’d bail,” Bangchan had said, gesturing to any spot.
“I almost did, honestly,” you admitted, placing your bag on the seat back and sitting down in a seat equidistant from each member. “I want to apologize for running away so suddenly when I was asked to meet you guys during the concert.”
The members all shook their heads in disagreement.
“You don’t have to apologize. We understand your worry. When we found out we were all soulmates, it was a hard adjustment. Even for JYP as a company,” Bangchan said.
“Wait, you’re all soulmates, too?”
They nodded.
“But if I’m soulmates with all of you and all of you, each other, why were there not 8 strings?”
“Because it points to whoever is closest to you. Hyunjin was right in front of you, so you pointed to him. I’m closest to you right now, so yours is pointing to me. It makes it impossible to know how many soulmates you have. Which is kind of the whole point of the mystery,” Felix said, pursing his lips together into a tight line. “We were quite nervous to see you in the audience. We saw our red string light up again when you most likely arrived at the stadium.”
“The string disappears after you meet your soulmate,” Hyunjin elaborated. “Once you meet yours, it goes away. You know you have another one when the string shows back up. When I first joined JYP and met Changbin, and later Han, Bangchan, and the rest of Stray Kids, each lighting up again as I met each member.”
“Wow.” You were still trying to process what you had heard. “I don’t really know what to say. How do you guys handle daily life with that many soulmates?”
“It’s easier than you think. We’re just like.. friends anyway, so it’s just a bonus we get to cuddle and kiss sometimes,” Han said, shrugging his shoulders. “We would’ve lived together anyway as a boy group, soulmates or not, it’s just something that most people can’t experience.”
“It actually brings us closer as a group, and it helps us stay as a group together longer. It solves a lot of fights knowing the universe not only put us in a group together, but also made us soulmates,” Seungmin said.
“And you guys won’t feel uncomfortable now that I’m added into the equation?”
“Added into the equation? You’ve been a part of the equation the whole time! We always knew that something was missing, a small piece of the equation, but here you are.” Changbin reassured, with a bright smile on his face.
You took a deep sigh of relief. “I swear I’ll bring a lot to the table.”
The members laughed.
“Do you.. want to keep me a secret?” You asked, after a short, comfortable silence.
“A secret? Why?” Lee Know asked.
“They made me sign an NDA when I got inside and I rode here in a black car. They texted me the information about the meetup and made me delete the message afterwards,” you admitted.
“No! That’s just for our safety as an idol. If we could, we would never keep it a secret. We wished we could tell everyone we as a group were soulmates. It’s just for our physical safety as human beings. We swear we love you to the moon and back. We always will,” Bangchan said.
“That’s relieving, but I’m sorry you have to keep your love for each other such a big secret. I guess it is pretty taboo, especially for idols,” you shrugged.
“It is, but we swear we will appreciate you every day as a human and as our girl,” I.N promised, making the members nod their heads in agreement.
“What are you doing after this? Maybe we can show you around backstage and our hotel rooms. We could hang out a little before our concert starts,” Lee Know asked.
You thought for a second before replying. “I was going to get some of the food from the breakfast buffet before exploring town a little bit. But obviously that could wait.”
“Don’t be silly, we’ll come with you,” Hyunjin insisted.
As you all rode back to your hotel, the members had to cover up their faces and ask to rent out the buffet. You didn’t realize how much privilege they had as idols to rent out rooms like that, but it made you realize it was for the safety of the idols. After grabbing a plate or two.. or three, you headed back to where the boys were seated.
They stared at the amount of food you had grabbed. Not in a judgmental way, but in shock that you could be hungry enough for that.
“…the breakfast buffet is my favorite part of a hotel,” you said, shyly.
“Of course, we know the breakfast here is good. We had it yesterday morning,” Han said, eating some lightly salted eggs.
“Wait. Are you staying in the same hotel as me? How did the string not show up?” You asked.
“Based on what you told us about your trip so far in the car and our activities throughout the day, I don’t think we were ever close enough for our strings to reveal themselves,” Changbin guessed.
“You checked in in the morning, we checked in the night before. We had already been across town practicing and filming vlogs, and you were on the other side of town exploring. Then when we came back to the hotel room to chill and get ready, you were out eating dinner. We then left for the stadium, you were getting ready in the room,” Seungmin said.
Wow. He had done all of that in his head. You chuckled at his knowledge and took a bite of some toast and jam, along with a couple of pieces of fruit, a comfortable silence filling the dining area.
“We’re glad we met you, y/n, even if it was a little bit later,” Lee Know whispered beside you, giving you a small smile. I.N, who was on the other side of you, gave you a little nudge and a smile. Stuffing scrambled eggs into your mouth, more gracefully than you had imagined yourself to be, and seeing Felix do the same thing, you realized, they were your home, your forever 8.
When all you can find is smut of your favorite idols, so you take it upon yourself to write your own fluff is a new level of dedication people in the 1800s wouldn’t be able to comprehend.
IF SOMEONE HAD ASKED MINHO a few years ago what was a must for him while looking for a partner, he’d have answered that they had to love his cats as much as he did.
that was before he found out that everybody knew how to act the part. first, they’d act interested and ask all the right questions, but when they eventually moved in together, they’d start complaining.
“there’s cat hair all over my clothes”
“they keep waking me up at the crack of dawn”
“why do you need me to take care of them? cant you just, i dont know, get an automatic feeding system for them?”
frankly, he didn’t think he was going to get a girlfriend who loved his cats as much as him. he’d already crossed it out from his mental checklist for finding a girlfriend.
that was until he met you.
when he mentioned his cats on your first date, you seemed genuinely interested in them. he didn’t think much of it, you were just putting on the performative act everybody put on. trying to get on his good side, he told himself.
the first time you met his cats was when you went over to his place when he was sick. you made him soup, took care of his laundry, and most importantly (to him), entertained soonie, doongie, and dori.
you watched cartoons with them and made their a thousand step food, that even minho found annoying sometimes, without complaint.
still, he convinced himself that you still wouldn’t be able to deal with living with three cats for a long period of time.
now, after a year of living with him at his apartment, he has never heard you complain once. you’d let them sleep on the bed and didn’t show even a hint of annoyance when soonie scratched you.
minho was currently on a business trip, so you were home with the cats. that’s when you noticed that dori had been acting strange. he hadn’t peed today though he normally pees three times a day. he looked like he was straining every time he used the litter box and he kept licking his genital area.
you weren’t some cat expert, but your gut told you something was wrong, so you took him to the vet.
“he’s very lucky you took him in today. it looks like he has a urinary blockage, things would’ve been life-threatening if you brought him in even a day later.” the vet said, still examining dori. “we’ll have to do some x-rays and blood work to assess his kidney values and electrolyte levels first, but he’ll have to stay here for at least two days.”
the vet took dori away for the x-rays and blood tests while you signed the paperwork, then you facetimed minho.
“jagiya?” he answered the phone, sweaty and out of breath. “what’s up?”
“dori has a urinary blockage. he’s getting his blood work and x-ray done.”
“what?” you could hear the shock in his voice. “how’d you find out?”
“he hasn’t been peed for a day.”
“and you noticed?”
“of course i did,” you said matter-of-factly “they’re like my kids.”
minho looked at you on his screen like you hung the stars.
“i could like, marry you.” you laughed at his words, but he wasn’t joking. “i’m dead serious, yn.”
“i’ll look forward to the proposal then,” you giggled. “the nurse just called for me. i’ll update you later, kay?”
the vet said dori would need to go on a strict wet food diet, so you got all the food recommendations he had and got a new, more interesting water fountain because it would apparently encourage dori to drink more water.
minho came back a week later, and it was like he loved you even more than before, if that was even possible.
he couldn’t stop thanking you for “saving dori’s life” and pampered you with kisses for the entire week.
that was the moment he knew you were the one for him
and of course, the promised proposal came half a year after.
⟢ author’s note: hello, everyone! this was a request made by @hykwrld for the prompt “You’re mine. God help me, I don’t care what we call it—you’re mine.” taken from this prompt list. i changed it up a little bit, and i kinda dragged the story a lot, but i couldn’t just let go of the chance to write f2l!lino. i hope you like it!
For requests, what about felix x reader who craves the brownies he makes whenever they get their period but then when he goes on tour they're sad they won't get anymore but then he surprises them like "I hid some in the freezer where no one ever looks" or "my mom knows the recipe and she made some for you cause I asked her" or you can take your own scenario. Just something where it's a surprise
Emergency Brownies?
Pairings: felix x reader | wc: 864 words | cw: none
The first sign was always the same.
Not the cramps, not the exhaustion, not even the sudden urge to curl up beneath three blankets and ignore the world for a day.
It was the brownies.
Specifically, lix's brownies.
No matter how many bakeries existed in the city, no matter how many recipes you saved or how many desserts your friends recommended, nothing ever came close. Somewhere between the melted chocolate, the ridiculous amount of care he put into them, and the way he always served them warm, they had become a comfort you associated entirely with him.
Which was why you were currently staring mournfully into your freezer.
Empty.
Very empty.
The timing couldn't have been worse...
lix had left for tour nearly a week ago, and while you were incredibly proud of him, the apartment felt strangely quiet without him. Too neat. Too still.
There was no music drifting from the kitchen at midnight, no random baking experiments occupying every available counter, no cheerful voice calling your name or 'baby' just to show you a cookie shaped vaguely like a dinosaur... I tasted great anyways
And now your period had arrived...
Perfect.
You shuffled back to the couch with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape and opened your phone.
Felix: How are you feeling today baby?
A new message from Felix waited for you.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
You: Tired.
Three dots appeared instantly.
Felix: Just tired?
You: And slightly miserable.
Felix: Ah.
That single "ah" told you everything.
He knew.
You could practically hear the smug little smile in his voice though he was typing.
You: Don't.
Felix: Don't what?
You: Don't act like you don't know.
A few seconds later your phone rang.
The moment you answered, his laughter filled your ear.
"You're grumpy my love."
"I'm suffering."
"mhm I know baby, must be hard for you"
You just hummed
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I think there might be something that could help."
You sat up slightly.
"If you somehow learned how to teleport, now would be a great time." You mumbled
His laugh returned.
"No teleportation yet."
"Then I don't want it."
"Wow."
"Unless it's brownies." You added
Silence.
A very suspicious silence.
You immediately narrowed your eyes again.
"...lee felix."
"Hm, what's with the whole name?"
"What did you do?"
"What makes you think I did anything?"
Because you were talking to Felix. That was reason enough.
The smile in his voice became impossible to miss.
"Go check the freezer."
You blinked.
"The freezer?"
"Mhm."
"I already checked."
"Check again."
"Felix."
"Trust me baby."
Still holding the phone to your ear, you dragged yourself off the couch and wandered back to the kitchen.
The freezer looked exactly as empty as before.
"See?" you said, opening the door. "Nothing."
"Top shelf."
You looked.
Nothing.
"Felix."
"Lift the ice tray."
You froze.
Slowly, you reached forward and moved the tray.
A container sat hidden underneath.
You stared.
Then opened it.
Brownies.
Not one or two.
An entire stack.
Perfectly wrapped.
A little note rested on top.
For emergencies.
Your jaw dropped.
"Felix."
On the other end of the call he sounded far too pleased with himself.
"I forgot about them for a second," he admitted. "I hid them before I left."
"You hid brownies in my freezer?"
"Technically our freezer love."
"You planned this?"
"Of course I planned this... I know you crave brownies"
You couldn't stop smiling.
The note alone would've made you emotional, but the fact that he'd thought about this weeks ago somehow made it worse.
Or better.
Definitely better.
"You are ridiculous." You said smiling as you placed two pieces on a plate and placed it into the microwave for a minute.
"I know."
"You hid emergency brownies."
"I know."
"You actually labeled them emergency brownies."
"I was very proud of that."
A laugh escaped before you could stop it.
Victory.
You could hear it in his voice immediately.
"There it is."
"Don't get used to it."
"Too late."
"How many are there lix?" You stared at the container
"Enough to survive until I come home."
You took the brownie out settling back on the couch
The brownie emerged warm and smelling exactly like every comforting memory you had of him.
You took a bite.
Immediately closed your eyes.
"Oh my god."
"I take it they're still good?"
"They're perfect."
"Excellent."
For a moment neither of you spoke.
The comfortable silence settled naturally between you, the kind that only happened when you knew someone well enough to simply exist together.
Eventually lix spoke again.
"Actually..."
The hesitation caught your attention.
"What?"
"There's one more thing."
You frowned.
"What do you mean one more thing?"
"Check your messages."
You pulled the phone away and opened your notifications.
A new photo had arrived.
It showed Felix standing beside a woman who was smiling proudly at the camera.
His mother.
Both of them held trays of brownies.
Underneath was a text.
Backup emergency brownies. My mum made extra. She's dropping them off tomorrow.
You stared.
Then stared harder.
Then looked back at the photo.
"Felix."
"Yes love?"
"You got your mom involved?"
"I told her you might need reinforcements."
A helpless laugh escaped you.
"Reinforcements?"
"You can never be too careful."
"You're unbelievable lix..."
"That's not what my mum said."
"Oh, really?"
"She said I was thoughtful."
You could practically see the grin on his face.
Warmth spread through your chest, soft and steady.
Thousands of miles away, busy with rehearsals and performances and packed schedules, he'd still remembered.
Not just remembered.
Planned.
Prepared.
Made sure there would be brownies waiting when you needed them.
The apartment suddenly didn't feel quite so empty anymore.
"Thank you lix," you said quietly.
His voice softened immediately.
"Always baby."
You looked down at the brownie in your hand and smiled.
The distance still existed.
You still missed him.
But somehow, through hidden freezer containers, handwritten notes, and backup brownies made by his mother, lix had managed to leave a little piece of home behind.
( 박성훈 ) ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ handjob ⋆ implied fingering ⋆ teasing ⋆ praise ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ fwb!sunghoon vibes ⋆ swearing ⋆ first time : 554
──── in which ︵ bfs!sunghoon is teaching you how to give a handjob.
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“just—juust like that, fuck, hold it a little tighter." sunghoon rasped, his hand covered yours over his shaft to guide your movements. "f-fuck--" his word trailed off into a low moan when you squeezed his shaft a bit more like he instructed, his lips parting to let out shaky breaths.
this all happened so abruptly.
you never would have thought a simple, jokingly asked, question about how to do a hand job would lead to this. sunghoon, himself, knew that he was getting too into it even though it was just to help you learn in a hands-on kind of way. his hips threatened to buck into your hand and his breathing grew shallower with each stroke.
"fuuuck." sunghoon breathed out, his eyes closing briefly before opening again, locking eyes with you. "w-wait i’m close." he tried to stop your hand, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, but you didn’t stop. your hand kept on pumping his length — hell, even faster than before.
a few seconds later, his resolve shattered and sunghoon couldn’t stop himself from fucking your fist. he was far too gone with pleasure to care about the little hitches in his breath or the needy sounds bubbling in his chest.
"fuck-fuc—" he choked out when he felt the bands in his abdomen grow increasingly taut; right on the verge of exploding.
"oh! sh-shit-shit-shit! m’gonna cum!" sunghoon gasped out quickly, his hand leaving your wrist to grip the couch cushions with both hands as his hips twitched and jerked erratically with each stroke of your hand on his swelling shaft.
his body tensed — stilling when he suddenly felt his orgasm crash over him. a low, drawn out moan left his lips as rope after rope of warm cum spurted out of his tip and onto your hand and his pelvis, making a sticky mess. his brows were furrowed in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a small ‘o’. his hips gave weak thrusts into your hand as he rode out his high and the sight left your panties absolutely drenched.
a question slipped out before you could think twice.
"can you teach me how to finger myself?" sunghoon’s eyes snapped open at the sudden question, his jaw slowly dropping as he stared at you, trying to process what you just asked. you cursed at yourself internally at the absurdity and uncurled your fingers from his shaft, gently taking your hand away before taking a few tissues from the tissue box beside sunghoon to wipe your hands off of his cum.
after a few tense seconds, he finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the intense orgasm you gave him. "well, since you… you know, gave me a handjob, i guess it’s only fair if i return it, no?" you blinked at him in surprise, not expecting him to actually say yes.
"well, then, get on the couch, sweetheart." sunghoon watched you comply, sitting down on the couch beside him. he took a few tissues and cleaned himself up before pulling his boxers and pants back up.
"oh, and take off those pretty little shorts — i’ll teach you everything i know." he cooed before sitting down beside you, ready to teach you whatever you wanted to learn.
— spiderman!han jisung x black cat!fem reader in which, new threats rise across seoul as spider man tries to keep the city safe, but his attention is captured by a certain cat burglar with secrets of her own. as their paths intertwine, jisung and y/n discover that even heroes and thieves can share something unexpectedly real.
content warning: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of blood and wound, frenemies to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, soft love making, pinv, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, intense make out session, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
a/n: As you all guys know, this very prompt is from @skzcodered <333 It took me awhile to finished it ack- I almost hit the wall but I DID IT!!!! SPIDERHAN IS HERE AND I HOPE SHE LOVES THIS ONE, and of course I hope you guys enjoy reading this. Let me know your thoughts <333
word count: 7.6k words
The night air in Seoul thrummed with the distant pulse of neon lights and endless traffic far below. You balanced gracefully on the edge of the glittering corporate tower, the cool breeze tugging at the sleek black suit that hugged every curve of your body like a liquid shadow. Silver claw accents gleamed under the moonlight as you tucked the stolen diamond necklace safely against your chest, still warm from the penthouse safe you'd cracked open just minutes ago.
Another flawless score for Black Cat.
You were about to disappear into the night when a familiar voice cut through the silence, laced with that signature playful arrogance.
"Fancy seeing you here, Kitty."
You didn't even flinch.
From above, Spider-Man dropped down in a smooth arc, landing lightly on the ledge just a few feet away. His red-and-black suit clung to his lean, athletic frame, the large white spider emblem bold across his chest. The white lenses of his mask narrowed in mock disapproval, but you could practically hear the grin behind them.
"That necklace doesn't exactly match your usual aesthetic," he teased, tilting his head. "Hand it over."
You turned slowly to face him, a smirk curling on your lips beneath your own mask. The city lights painted both of you in shifting hues of blue and pink as you straightened up, rolling your shoulders with feline grace.
"And here I thought you'd finally learned to mind your own business, Spidey," you purred, voice smooth and teasing. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to crash a girl's private party?"
He chuckled, the sound low and warm even through the mask. "Only when the girl in question keeps stealing things that don't belong to her." He took one graceful step closer, head cocked. "C'mon, Black Cat. Don't make me chase you again. You know how much I enjoy it."
The tension between you crackled like electricity in the night air, familiar, dangerous, and undeniably thrilling.
You let out a soft, mischievous giggle that danced through the night air, the sound light and taunting. You took a few graceful steps backward until the heels of your boots were right at the very edge of the rooftop. The vast city sprawled endlessly behind you, a glittering sea of lights and concrete far below.
With your back to the dizzying drop, you tilted your head, eyes gleaming with playful challenge beneath your mask.
"Catch me, Spidey!" you purred, voice dripping with sweetness.
Then, without hesitation, you let yourself fall.
You tipped backwards off the ledge, arms spread like wings as gravity claimed you. The wind rushed violently past your ears, whipping your hair as you plummeted through the cool night air. For a split second, the world became a thrilling blur of neon and stars.
A heartbeat later, you heard his familiar shout, half exasperated, half exhilarated.
"Seriously!? Again!?"
The wind roared past you as you dropped through the open air. Seconds later, you heard Spider-Man's familiar shout as he dove after you like a crimson bullet.
"Got you-!"
He reached out with both arms, ready to catch you against his chest. At the very last moment, you twisted your body with feline grace, spinning mid-air like a black shadow. His fingers barely brushed your suit before you slipped through his grasp.
You fired your grappling claw towards the opposite building, swinging yourself smoothly onto an open balcony on a lower floor. The landing was silent and perfect.
Spider-Man was left soaring past you, still carried by his momentum through the night sky. He quickly shot a web and swung back around, landing on the railing of the balcony you were standing on.
You turned to face him, mask hiding your smirk. The city lights painted your figure in shades of violet and silver as you gave him the sweetest, most innocent smile.
"Till next time, Spider-Man," you purred softly, voice full of playful promise.
Before he could lunge forward, you blew him a teasing kiss, turned on your heel, and disappeared into the dark hallway of the building like smoke, silent, graceful, and completely untouchable. Just like the black cat you were.
Spider-Man stood frozen on the railing for a moment, staring at the empty space where you had just been. He let out a long, amused sigh and shook his head, a reluctant laugh escaping him.
He was about to swing away when something small and glossy on the floor caught his attention.
A tube of red lipstick.
He raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, a faint, amused smile forming on his lips as he crouched down and picked it up. The lipstick was elegant, sleek black casing with a silver accent. He turned it over in his fingers, still slightly warm.
A soft chuckle escaped him. "Now, that's interesting." he murmured, amused. "I shall hold this thing for you for now, Kitty."
He knew you well enough to understand this wasn't intentional. You were always precise, always in control. The fact that your lipstick had fallen without you realizing it made the discovery feel strangely intimate.
He popped the cap open for a moment, staring at the bold red shade before closing it again. With a small smirk, he tucked the lipstick safely into a hidden pocket on his suit.
He shot a web towards the next building and launched himself back into the night sky, the city lights blurring around him. Even as he swung through Seoul, the faint smile never left his face.
Meanwhile, several buildings away, you moved silently across rooftops, completely unaware that you had left a small trace of yourself behind.
--
"Well, this is new," Jisung drawled, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grin. "Never thought the ever-so-punctual Y/N could be late to class too."
You rolled your eyes and let out a heavy sigh the moment you heard his voice. Of all days, he just had to be your seatmate today. It wasn't that you hated him, really. Far from it-but your morning had already been a disaster, and the last thing you needed was his teasing.
"Don't start," you muttered, dropping into the chair beside him with more force than necessary. You shoved your bag under the desk and ran a hand through your slightly messy hair, still feeling irritated.
Jisung tilted his head, studying your face with open curiosity. His playful smile didn't fade even a little.
"Rough morning?" he asked, voice softer this time, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained.
"Worst," you replied flatly, exhaling through your nose as you slumped forward, resting your chin against your palm on the desk.
Jisung turned in his seat to face you properly, his usual playful expression softening a little.
"I could tell," he said. "You barely wore any makeup today. Woke up late?"
You shook your head.
"I spent the entire morning looking for my favorite lipstick," you grumbled. "The red one I always wear. I swear I left it on my desk last night but I couldn't find it anywhere. Had to leave the house bare-faced because of it."
"Oh, yikes," Jisung said, trying his best to sound genuinely sympathetic. "That sucks. You really like that one, right?"
"Yeah," you sighed, clearly still annoyed. "Now I feel weirdly naked without it."
Jisung leaned his cheek against his hand, watching you with a small, comforting smile
"Well, you still look pretty even without it," he said casually, then quickly added with a teasing grin, "-but I get it. Girl things are important."
You let out a small huff, somewhere between annoyed and amused, and gently bumped his arm with your elbow.
"Shut up."
Just as you were about to reply, the classroom door opened and Professor Kim walked in, looking slightly hurried.
"Morning, class. Let's jump right in," he said, setting his laptop on the desk. "We're starting a major project today. It will count for 35% of your final grade."
He projected the assignment on the screen. The title read: "Innovative Solutions in Environmental Science."
"You'll be working in pairs. The task is to choose a real-world environmental problem, conduct research, design a scientific solution or prototype, and present your findings with supporting data. This includes literature review, methodology, and experimental design."
A wave of murmurs and a few groans filled the room. Professor Kim smiled . "And I've already assigned the pairs randomly."
He began reading from his list. When he reached your name, your stomach dropped slightly.
"Y/N..." he paused, "and Han Jisung."
You slowly turned your head towards Jisung. He was already looking at you with a bright, cheeky grin, clearly entertained by his luck.
"No way," he whispered, leaning closer. You let out a long, tired sigh and dropped your forehead onto the desk.
"How unlucky." you mumbled.
Jisung chuckled softly, nudging your arm playfully.
"Hey, don't sound so heartbroken. I'm actually really good at science, you know," he teased. "Plus, now I have to help you find that missing lipstick. Can't have my project partner in a bad mood the whole time."
You turned your head on the desk to glare at him with one eye. He just smiled wider, looking far too happy about this arrangement.
"Partners?" he asked, holding out his hand.
You stared at his hand for a second before reluctantly giving him a weak high-five.
"...Partners," you groaned.
The weekend arrived wrapped in velvet darkness.You moved like liquid shadow across the rooftops of Seoul's most exclusive district. The cool night wind pressed against your sleek black suit as you slipped in and out of the heavily guarded mansion. Minutes later, the 637-carat diamond necklace rested heavily against your chest, its weight warm and satisfying.You were perched on the edge of a tall glass building when his voice rang out behind you, smooth and teasing.
"Stealing from corrupt politicians now, Kitty? That's bold, even for you."
You turned with a smirk, silver claws glinting under the moonlight. Spider-Man stood on the adjacent rooftop, his red-and-black suit glowing against the neon cityscape, the white spider emblem bold across his chest.
You let out a soft, playful laugh. "What can I say? I have excellent taste," you purred, tilting your head. "Besides, this necklace would look much better decorating my neck than his greasy one. Don't you agree, Spidey?"
He took a graceful step closer, head tilted in amusement.
"I'd say it would look even better in a museum. Or better yet..." His mask lenses narrowed playfully, "in my hand after I catch you."
You grinned beneath your mask and took a few steps back, muscles coiled like a spring.
"Then come and get it," you challenged sweetly. Without another word, you spun and leapt off the building. The chase began. You soared through the night, landing lightly on the next rooftop before immediately jumping again. Spider-Man was right behind you, swinging gracefully from building to building with powerful webs.
"You're getting slower, Kitty!" he called out mid-swing, voice full of teasing affection. "Or maybe you just like it when I chase you?"
You landed on a narrow glass ledge and shot him a sultry look over your shoulder. "Maybe I do," you replied flirtatiously, voice carrying through the wind. "It's cute watching you try so hard to keep up with me."
He laughed—bright and warm—as he swung closer. "Cute? I'll show you cute when I finally catch you and pin you against a wall."
Your laughter rang out like bells as you leapt to the next building, heart racing with thrill. You glanced back at him, eyes sparkling with challenge.
"Promises, promises, Spider-Boy. You've been saying that for months, yet here I am... still one step ahead."
The two of you danced across the Seoul skyline, a dangerous, flirtatious game of cat and spider. Every jump, every swing, every teasing word crackled with electricity between you. But in the middle of a particularly daring leap to a lower rooftop, you miscalculated.
Your hand slipped on the wet concrete edge. A sharp cry escaped your lips as pain tore through your right palm. You landed hard, rolling across the rooftop, warm blood instantly soaking through your glove.You clutched your injured hand to your chest, teeth gritted against the burning pain.
Spider-Man landed a few meters away, concern flashing in his lenses. "Kitty—?!"
Before he could reach you, you forced yourself up and fired your grappling claw, swinging away into the darkness once more. You disappeared between two buildings like a shadow swallowed by night. Even wounded, you still escaped.
--
The image of you—Black Cat— clutching your bleeding hand refused to leave Jisung's mind. All week long, he kept replaying that moment, the sharp cry you tried to hide, the way you still forced yourself to keep running despite the injury. Every night he swung through the city, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you, just to make sure you were okay. But you hadn't appeared again.
Even now, as he stood in front of his closet on Saturday afternoon, Jisung was still distracted.
"Shit..." he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. He had spent the entire week half-present. During lectures, during practice, even while hanging out with the guys, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. The flirty, untouchable Black Cat who always slipped through his fingers. The same girl who got hurt because he had been chasing her too aggressively.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he finally grabbed a simple black hoodie and threw it on. It was only when his phone buzzed with a new message that reality hit him like a truck.
You: Hey, are you still coming over today? It's already 2:30 pm.
Jisung blinked at the screen, eyes widening in panic.
"Fuck. It's already Saturday?" He had completely lost track of time. The project meeting with you had completely slipped his mind. He quickly typed back.
Jisung: Shit sorry!! I'm on my way right now. Give me 15 minutes.
Grabbing his bag and notebook, Jisung rushed out of the dorm, still mentally distracted. Even as he walked toward your apartment, his thoughts kept circling back to Black Cat.
Is her hand okay? Did she patch it up properly? Why the hell do I even care this much...?
He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away as he finally reached your building. He took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell to your unit.When you opened the door, Jisung offered an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Hey... sorry I'm late. I kind of... lost track of time."
You raised an eyebrow, noticing how slightly disheveled he looked. He seemed more distracted than usual.
Jisung stepped inside your apartment, still trying to shake off the fog in his head. He was about to apologize again for being late when his eyes casually swept over you, and then froze. Your right hand was wrapped in a medical cast. His eyebrows furrowed deeply, concern flashing across his face. The playful, distracted expression he wore just seconds ago completely vanished.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked, voice suddenly serious. He took a small step closer, eyes locked on the white cast. "That looks pretty bad... Did you get into an accident?"
You shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "It's nothing serious. I just slipped and fell the other night. Landed on it wrong."
But Jisung wasn't convinced. His gaze lingered on the cast a second longer, and suddenly, his mind violently flashed back to that night.
Black Cat.
The way she had cried out in pain mid-jump. The way she clutched her right hand to her chest before disappearing into the shadows. The blood he had seen glistening under the moonlight.
His stomach twisted.
No... It can't be.
That's when Jisung remembered something. He dropped his bag on the floor beside the couch and crouched down to rummage through it.
"Is this yours?" he asked, pulling out a familiar sleek black tube with silver accents and held it up.
Your eyes widened the second you saw it. Without thinking, you lunged forward and snatched the lipstick out of his hand in a panic, clutching it tightly against your chest.
"Where did you get this?!" you asked sharply, voice a little too high.
Jisung blinked at your sudden reaction, slightly taken aback. "I found it on the floor in the hallway outside the lecture hall last week,"
You stared at him, heart hammering wildly in your chest. Your fingers tightened around the lipstick like it was a lifeline. For a split second, a wave of paranoia washed over you. Did he know? Could he possibly suspect anything?
Jisung tilted his head, watching your reaction with curious eyes. He noticed how tense you suddenly became, how tightly you were gripping the lipstick.
And then... the pieces started clicking together in his mind. The right hand injury, exactly where Black Cat had hurt herself that night. The same red lipstick he had picked up after she disappeared. The way you just panicked the moment he showed it to you.
No way...
He tried to push the thought away, but it kept growing louder. Jisung felt his heartbeat pick up. "You okay?" Jisung asked, forcing his voice to stay light even though his mind was spiraling. "You look really pale all of a sudden."
You quickly slipped the lipstick into your pocket and tried to act normal. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just surprised you found it. Thanks."
Jisung smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes this time. His gaze lingered on your cast once more.
"Then I guess I'm glad I kept it for you."
--
The next few weeks blurred into a tense routine. On weekdays, you and Jisung met at the library to finish the remaining sections of their research paper, the deadline now looming just a month away. The quiet corner they had once claimed felt smaller each time, the air thicker with everything unsaid.
Conversations stayed painfully polite—short exchanges about citations, methodology, and formatting. Every sentence was measured. Every glance carefully guarded. You both walked on eggshells, hyper-aware that a single slip, a careless word, or an unguarded expression could unravel the fragile secrets you'd both been hiding for so long.
Yet the nights told a different story.
Jisung's suspicions had grown into a storm he could no longer ignore. Every weekend, after parting ways with Black Cat beneath the city lights, he would see you the next morning bearing fresh marks of the battles they had fought together.
A vicious slash across Black Cat's cheek became a thin band-aid on your face by Monday morning. A deliberate trip in a narrow alley—one he had staged to test his theory—left you limping into the library the following day, your steps stiff and uneven. Each minor injury he inflicted on Black Cat, even though guilt twisted in his chest every time, appeared on your body like an undeniable signature.
He hated himself for it. But the evidence kept piling up, too consistent to be coincidence. The way you winced when you reached for a book. The fresh bruise on your wrist that matched the one he'd left on Black Cat's. The way your eyes would flicker with quiet panic whenever his gaze lingered too long on your injuries.
The more he tested the connection, the more certain he became.
Jisung made up his mind. Tonight, everything would end, one way or another. He knew about the ruby. He had overheard you muttering about it during one of your late-night rooftop conversations as Black Cat. The legendary Crimson Heart, a blood-red gem recently "donated" by a reclusive billionaire to the City Museum of Antiquities. The official story was polished and perfect. You both knew better. The ruby was stolen, another glittering piece of corruption hidden behind glass and security lasers.
He didn't plan to stop the heist. He planned to confront you in the middle of it. As Spiderman, he swung through the rain-slicked streets, heart pounding harder than it had in months. The cool night air did nothing to calm the storm inside him. Part of him still desperately hoped he was wrong. That the girl who sat beside him during classes, the one who never backed down when it comes to bickering with him wasn't the same person who danced across rooftops with him as Black Cat. That the consequences hadn't bound their fates together in such a cruel, intimate way. But deep down, he already knew.
"I knew you'd be here."
Your head snapped toward the voice, heart jolting in your chest. There he stood—Spiderman—perched at the far edge of the opposite rooftop, silhouetted against the glittering city skyline. The red and blue of his suit caught the moonlight, making him look almost unreal.
"Spidey," you mused, a playful lilt curving your lips beneath the mask. You tilted your head, letting the teasing tone drip like honey. "You're always where I am. At this rate, I might start thinking you've already fallen for me."
A low chuckle rumbled from Spiderman's chest, the sound surprisingly soft against the steady patter of rain. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he swung forward, landing just a few steps closer on the same rooftop.
Your body tensed instantly, every instinct screaming at you to stay alert.
"Hm?" He tilted his head, voice laced with something unreadable. "Why are you stepping away from me?" He took another slow step forward, rain sliding down the sleek surface of his suit like liquid shadows. "Don't tell me you're suddenly afraid of me."
Your stomach dropped. You forced out a soft, disbelieving laugh, trying to cling to your usual playful confidence. "Me? Afraid of you?" You took another careful step back, the edge of the rooftop now much closer than you liked. "Oh, Spidey..."
But every time he moved forward, you mirrored him with a step back. Your heart hammered wildly against your ribs, loud enough that you wondered if he could hear it through the rain. A nervous gulp betrayed you as your fingers twitched, ready to summon your claws at any moment.
"Y/N."
Your breath hitched sharply, the sound catching in your throat like a blade. The world seemed to tilt for a second. He had said your name with quiet certainty, as if it belonged on his tongue.
He knows. He fucking knows who you are. Ice-cold panic flooded your veins. How? When? Who the hell was he beneath that mask?
You forced a breathless, disbelieving laugh, taking another instinctive step back. "Who are you calling Y/N?" Your voice came out sharper than intended, laced with defensive edge. "You've got the wrong person, Spiderman."
"I wouldn't say a name if I wasn't confident about who you are. I know you're exactly who I think you are."
You pressed your lips together, your grip tightening around the jewel hidden behind your back. A nervous laugh almost escaped you, but you swallowed it down.
"I think all this chasing has been giving you the wrong idea," you said, shaking your head lightly. "I'm sorry, but I think we should end this here. This—"
The rest of your sentence got stuck in your throat.
A rustling sound came from him. At first, you thought he was simply shifting his weight, but then your eyes caught the movement of his hands rising toward his mask. Your brows furrowed in confusion. For a second, you could only stare as his fingers hooked beneath the fabric.
Wait. What was he doing?
Your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, he pulled the mask away from his face. The moment the fabric fell, your entire body went still.
Brown eyes met yours. Warm, familiar brown eyes. Your breath caught as your mind scrambled to make sense of what you were seeing. The face in front of you was one you knew. One you had seen countless times before. Without his usual glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, he looked different enough to throw you off for a second, but not different enough to hide who he was.
Han Jisung.
The name echoed in your head as you stared at him, unable to look away. Out of everyone, every single person, you could have expected to find beneath that mask, Han Jisung had never once crossed your mind.
"Jisung..." you breathed, the name slipping from your lips before you could stop it.
Of course he heard. He was Spiderman, after all.
The moment his eyes met yours, panic surged through your chest. "I'm sorry—I need to go."
You didn't give him a chance to respond. Before he could say anything, you turned and leaped away, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. The wind rushed past your ears, but it did little to quiet the frantic thoughts racing through your head.
Han Jisung was Spiderman.
No matter how many times you repeated it to yourself, it still didn't feel real. Your heart wouldn't stop pounding, a mixture of shock and nervousness making it difficult to think straight. How were you supposed to face him now? How were you supposed to sit beside from him, talk to him, and pretend everything was normal after learning something like this?
The more you thought about it, the more your head spun.
The person you had spent months pining after, wondering about, chasing after without even realizing it, turned out to be someone who had been right beside you the entire time. Someone you laughed with, talked to, and saw almost every day.
You landed on a quiet rooftop far away from the city's glowing center and pulled your mask off, breathing hard. Your hands were trembling. It should have made things easier. Instead, it only made everything more complicated.
You couldn't wrap your head around it. Every conversation you'd ever had with him suddenly felt different, taking on a meaning you hadn't noticed before. Moments you once brushed off kept replaying in your mind, making you wonder how you had missed something so obvious.
That revelation alone was enough to keep you awake for nights, staring at your ceiling while the same thought circled endlessly through your mind.
The following weeks became a careful game of avoidance. Whenever Jisung tried to approach you after class, you'd suddenly remember something you forgot and rush off in the opposite direction.
Thankfully, the two of you had worked so efficiently that you finished most of the project ahead of schedule. There was no real reason for the two of you to meet anymore. That made avoiding him easier.
But Jisung was nothing if not persistent. He was determined. The questions in his head had grown too loud to ignore. He needed to hear the truth from your mouth. He needed to know if the girl he sat next to every week, the one who rolled her eyes at his jokes and snatched her lipstick in panic, was really the same person who made his heart race every night on the rooftops.
So on Thursday evening, without warning, he stood in front of your dorm room. He took a deep breath and knocked.
You were lounging on the couch in oversized clothes, hair messy, scrolling through your phone when the knock came. Thinking it was your roommate's boyfriend (who always came over unannounced), you didn't even bother checking.
"Coming!" you called out lazily.
You opened the door without a second thought. And froze.
Jisung stood there, hands in his hoodie pocket, looking unusually serious. His eyes met yours with an intensity that made your stomach drop.
Without thinking, you moved to slam the door shut. But Jisung was faster. His arm shot out with surprising speed and strength, his palm slapping against the door just before it could close. The impact made the wood rattle. You pushed harder, but it barely budged, his arm was unyielding, muscles tense under his sleeve.
"Wait—" His voice was firm, but not aggressive. "Don't close the door. Please."
You stared at him, breathing heavily painfully aware of how close you two are now, only inches away from yours. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the mixture of confusion, determination, and something softer.
"I'm not leaving until we talk," he said quietly, still holding the door open with surprising ease. "You've been avoiding me all week. Running away every time I try to get close to you. Just like how she always run away from me."
You chewed on your lower lip. Your eyebrows furrowing, whispering to yourself and praying to all the Gods and Goddesses you know that he should not asked that question.
"Is it you, Y/n? You're Black Cat, aren't you?"
With a sharp, frustrated exhale, you grabbed the front of his hoodie with your uninjured hand and yanked him inside the dorm before anyone could see him. Jisung stumbled slightly but didn't resist as you pulled him straight through the living room and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a firm click.
The moment the door closed, you let go of him and took a step back, breathing heavily. The cast on your right hand suddenly felt like a glaring beacon between you two.
"What do you even want from me?" you snapped, voice sharper than you intended. "If you're looking for all the jewels I've stolen, none of them are here. I don't keep that stuff. I don't know what else you want me to say."
You took a shaky breath, eyes burning with a volatile mix of defiance and vulnerability as you glared at him.
"Sure, I'm Black Cat. And what about it?" Your voice cracked slightly. "Are you here to arrest me?"
Jisung stood near the center of your room, looking strangely out of place among your things. His eyes slowly drifted across your space. The neatly organized desk, the black hoodie hanging on the back of your chair, the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air, before finally settling back on you.
He didn't speak right away.
The silence stretched between you, heavy and electric. You could see the storm of emotions behind his eyes. Shock, confusion, something else.
"I'm not here to arrest you," he said finally, his voice low and steady. "I'm not here as Spiderman right now."
He took one careful step closer, then stopped when he saw you tense up. "I just..." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I've spent the last week losing my mind trying to connect the dots. The injury on your hand, the lipstick, the way you move, the way you talk when we're on the rooftops... And then I realized it was you. The girl who sits next to me in class. The girl who rolls her eyes at my stupid jokes but still smiles when she thinks I'm not looking." Jisung's voice softened, almost pained.
"So yeah... I know you're Black Cat. But I'm not here to take you in or demand answers about what you've stolen." He looked straight into your eyes, vulnerable in a way you'd never seen from him before, not as Jisung, and certainly not as Spiderman.
"I'm here because I can't stop thinking about you. The real you. Both versions of you."
He swallowed hard, voice dropping to a near whisper. "So tell me... was any of it real? The flirting? The tension? Or was I just some game to you?" The air in your room felt impossibly thick as you stood there, back pressed against the door, heart racing wildly in your chest.
"Don't tell me you've seriously fallen for my other persona?" you said, forcing your voice to stay firm even as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. "You must be losing your head if that's the case."
You tried to sound cold. Detached. You needed him to believe that this—whatever this was—could never work. You were a thief who lived in the shadows. He was a hero who protected the light. Nothing good ever came from crossing that line. You knew that better than anyone.
But Jisung didn't back away. Instead, he took a slow step closer, until your faces were only inches apart. His hand rose, pressing against the door beside your head, effectively caging you in without touching you. His warm breath brushed against your lips as he spoke.
"And if I do?" he breathed, the question hanging heavy between you. His eyes, dark, intense, and unwavering, searched yours desperately, looking for even the smallest crack in your armor. The playful, easygoing Jisung you knew from class was gone. In his place was someone raw, honest, and completely unguarded.
"If I told you I've fallen for both versions of you..." he continued, voice low and rough, "the girl who I argue most of the time, and the girl who makes my heart race every time she runs across rooftops... what of it then?"
Your back was pressed firmly against the door. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. His gaze never left yours, not even for a second, as if he was afraid you'd disappear the moment he blinked.
You opened your mouth to protest, heart racing wildly.
"Jisung, we can't— this isn't—"
But he didn't let you finish. Before the words could fully leave your lips, Jisung closed the remaining distance and captured your mouth with his. The kiss was sudden, urgent, and breathtaking. Like he had been holding back for far too long.
Your eyes widened in shock. Your hands instinctively rose to push against his chest, wanting to pull away, knowing this was dangerous, knowing you shouldn't let this happen. But the moment his warm, soft lips moved against yours, all your resolve crumbled. A quiet, helpless sound escaped your throat as your body betrayed you. Your clenched fists slowly loosened, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie instead of pushing him away. The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself melting into it, knees weakening under the intensity.
Jisung's hand slid from the door to gently cup the side of your face, tilting your head as he kissed you harder, pouring months of hidden tension, frustration, and longing into every movement. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
You knew you should stop this. But God... his lips felt like heaven. The way he kissed you, desperate, tender, and hungry all at once made your mind go blissfully blank. A warm shiver ran down your spine as you finally gave in completely, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Your left hand rested gently against his chest while your other hand slid up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. A soft sigh slipped into his mouth as you surrendered to the feeling.
Jisung let out a low, shaky breath against your lips, like he couldn't believe this was really happening.
You barely had time to catch your breath. Jisung's hands slid down to the back of your thighs, gripping them firmly. With surprising strength, he lifted you up effortlessly. A startled gasp escaped your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He didn't hesitate. His mouth found yours again in a hungry, heated kiss as he carried you across the room.
Your fingers tangled deeper into his hair, kissing him back with just as much desperation. Every step he took sent sparks through your body. The feeling of being held so securely in his arms while his lips moved against yours made your head spin.
Jisung reached the edge of your bed and sat down, keeping you wrapped around him. He pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his thighs. His hands stayed firmly on the back of your thighs, holding you flush against him.
He broke the kiss for just a second, breathing heavily against your lips, eyes dark with want.
"Tell me to stop..." he whispered, voice rough and low, "and I will."
But you didn't tell him to stop. Instead, you leaned in again, capturing his lips in a deeper, slower kiss. Jisung groaned softly into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed gripping your thigh, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his body, the way his chest rose and fell against yours, and the undeniable hardness growing beneath you made heat pool low in your stomach.
You rocked your hips slightly without thinking, drawing another quiet groan from him. His fingers flexed against your skin as he kissed you harder, tongues brushing, breaths mingling. Jisung pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with pure reverence and desire.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, voice husky. "How long I've wanted you."
Jisung's hands tightened on your thighs as he pulled you even closer on his lap. The kiss grew deeper, slower, heavier. No longer just desire, but months of unspoken longing finally breaking free.
"Can I?" he softly asked, as he try to lift your shirt up. Your eyes fluttering shut trying to look at him, and when you nodded your head giving him the permission he needed, he stopped hesitating.
He pulled your shirt over your head in one smooth motion, lips immediately attaching to your neck, sucking and kissing down your collarbone as his hands explored your bare skin. You moaned softly, arching into him. The feeling of his warm palms sliding up your back, unclasping your bra, and cupping your breasts made you shiver.
You tugged his hoodie and shirt off together, finally feeling his bare chest against yours. The heat of his skin, the firmness of his muscles, the way his heart pounded wildly under your palm, it was intoxicating.
Jisung flipped you gently onto your back, hovering over you as he kissed down your body with reverence. Every touch felt like worship. He took his time, lips brushing over your breasts, tongue circling your nipples until you were whimpering, hands gripping his hair. Lower and lower he went, until he was between your thighs, pulling your pants and underwear down in one go.
When his mouth found your core, you cried out, back arching off the bed. He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He ate you out like a man starved, slow, deep, and devoted. Like he had dreamed of tasting you for months.
"Jisung— fuck—" you moaned, thighs trembling around his head.
He didn't stop until you came hard on his tongue, gasping his name like a prayer.
Only then did he crawl back up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his lips. You reached down, palming him through his pants before pushing them down. When you finally wrapped your hand around his hard, throbbing cock, Jisung let out a broken groan, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
"Baby... I need you," he whispered, voice shaking with restraint.
Jisung pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, breathing ragged. His hand gently caressed your thigh as he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, voice hoarse with need.
You answered by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pushed in slowly. A broken moan slipped from both of you as he stretched you open, inch by inch. Jisung's eyes fluttered shut, forehead pressed against yours as he sank deeper.
"Fuck... you're so tight," he breathed shakily, voice trembling with restraint.
You gasped softly at the fullness, your walls fluttering around his thick length. He kept going until he was buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, just feeling each other completely.
The stretch was perfect. The warmth. The way he throbbed inside you.
Jisung let out a soft, broken moan against your neck, his fingers digging gently into your hip. "You feel... so fucking good. I've been dreamed about this."
When he started moving, it was slow, deep rolls of his hips. Every thrust was deliberate, dragging against that perfect spot inside you. Soft, breathy moans filled the room as your bodies rocked together.
"Ah— Jisung..." you whimpered, legs tightening around his waist.
He groaned lowly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Fuck, say my name again."
"Jisung..."
He kissed you deeply as he picked up the pace just slightly, still making love to you rather than fucking you. Every thrust was long and sensual, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring the way your walls clenched around him.
You moaned softly in his mouth as a response, your hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles shift under your fingers with every movement. The slow, steady rhythm made the pleasure build gradually, warmly, spreading through your entire body.
He angled his hips a little differently, and a sweeter, higher sound slipped from your lips. Jisung groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your throat as he kept that same perfect pace, thrusting deeper but never faster.
Neither of you spoke much, just soft gasps, quiet moans, and whispered names. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the way he throbbed inside you, the slight tremble in his arms as he held himself back. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, warm and heavy.
"I'm close..." you breathed, nails lightly pressing into his back.
"Me too," he whispered, voice strained. "Let go, baby."
A few more deep, smooth thrusts and you came with a soft, broken moan, clenching tightly around him. Jisung followed right after, burying himself deep as he groaned lowly against your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.
Both of you trembled, breathing heavily in sync. Jisung stayed buried inside you for a long moment, placing lazy, gentle kisses along your shoulder and collarbone as you both came down from the high.
Silence settled over the room. The only sounds were your slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside your window. Neither of you spoke right away. The weight of everything that had just happened slowly sank in. Your body was still buzzing with pleasure, your skin flushed and sensitive, while a deep, warm emotion bloomed in your chest.
Jisung's fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady but a little faster than normal. After a few minutes, he finally shatters the silence.
"...What does this make us?" he asked softly, his voice low and a little uncertain. His hand paused on your waist as he waited for your answer.
You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him. His eyes were warm, vulnerable, and full of quiet hope. For a moment, you just stared at him—this boy who was both your annoying seatmate and the hero who had chased you and made you feel so many emotions.
You let out a small breath, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "If you're okay dating someone like me... a thief," you said quietly, "then I guess we're dating?"
Jisung's eyes softened. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You lay quietly in Jisung's arms, your head resting on his chest as his fingers gently stroked up and down your back. The silence between you was comfortable now, warm and full of unspoken feelings.
After a while, Jisung spoke again, his voice soft against the top of your head.
"You know you're not just a thief, right?" When you lifted your head again slightly to look at him. He was already watching you, eyes gentle and sincere.
"One of the main reasons I never tried too hard to stop you from stealing those jewels... is because I know where they're going," he continued quietly. "Your methods might not be justified in everyone's eyes, but you're a hero too, Y/N. In your own way."
That acknowledgement hit you deeper than you expected. Your heart fluttered strongly in your chest, warmth spreading through your entire body. For so long, you had carried the weight of being the bad guy, the thief, the villain in someone else's story.
But hearing it from him—from Spiderman—made something inside you shift. You buried your face back into his chest, hiding the shy, emotional smile threatening to break out. Jisung chuckled softly and tightened his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your hair.
"Maybe... just maybe," you whispered against his skin, "falling for Spiderman wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
Jisung smiled, a bright, heart-shaped grin you could feel even without looking. "Good," he murmured, voice full of affection. "Because you're stuck with me now, Kitty."
— 한지성 x reader .ᐟ.ᐟ fluff, body swap, soulmate au :: 2500+ wc
☆ ──꒰💌꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ in which 𓂃 on a random day after you both turn 21, you swap bodies with your soulmate, and you cannot switch bodies back until you touch again. what do you do when you switch bodies with a world famous idol?
“the whole world is different from yesterday, just, just by your happiness, when you called me, I became your flower” — serendipity by jimin . ♬ ݁˖
other member ver: bangchan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | han pt.2 pt.2 alternate | felix | seungmin | jeongin
main master list: click here 𓏲ꪆ
Before you went to bed yesterday, you had hoped that you didn’t have to hear your alarm the next morning, that you could finally sleep in and be free from the shackles that were your job. You think God has answered your prayers, because the familiar ring of “Radial (default)” was not there. Usually around this time of the year, the sun aligned with your sleep goals, and you were able to get up right as the sun shined casts of rays onto your floor, your bed, and your face. But the sun wasn’t there to wake you up either. Along with this, your warming duvet cover was missing and all that was left was the bottom, thin sheets, and not as many pillows as you remember having. There’s just the one. As you opened your eyes in bed—albeit not one that you recognized from staying over at your friend’s houses— you could feel the soreness and tiredness flush through your body and your muscles, as if you had done extensive training the day before. You knew the feeling all too well, but yesterday was a day of rest, so you were suspicious of how fatigued you were, your pillow begging you for contact once again into a peaceful lull. You must’ve slept over at a guy’s house after a one night stand. But that’s not right, that’s not like you. And you had work in the morning, so it’d be irresponsible to have done so. And if you had, he probably wouldn’t have a twin xl bed and anime posters on the walls, just saying.
Before you could process any of your surroundings and activate your senses to assess your situation, a long creak was heard from your left and a flash of light entered your retinas, temporarily hindering you from one of your senses. As your eyes adjusted to the new sensation, you saw a man open your blinds and turn your fan off, ruffling your.. short hair? after he had done so.
“Jisung-ah” an unfamiliar voice rang through your ears as you blinked to adapt to the ceiling light above, his voice deep from a long night of straining perhaps. But you could tell by his voice he, too, had just awoken. “Oneul iljeong-i bappeunde, wae ajig an il-eonass-eo?”
“Hmm?” you mumbled, stepping out of your warm comfort. None of the words had processed in your mind, but each sound he made individually had led to you assume he was still speaking English, you just assumed for a second that you were too tired to understand any words yet. You remembered seeing that Vine a long time ago when the kid had a bucket of water thrown onto him, but because of his altered state of sleepiness, he hadn’t registered what had happened. You looked up at the man before you. Asian. Very Asian. “Where am I? Who the hell are you? Are you some Japanese mafia I didn’t know I was apart of?”
“Wae yeong-eolo malhago iss-eoyo?” He said. “Ulieneun uli jib-e issseubnida.” His eyebrows crumpled, wrinkles forming on his forehead as he stared. Though the words had not been able to be translated in your mind from his native tongue to yours, you understood the basic feeling behind his words. He thought you were foolish. Of course. He laughed at you before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the room, down the long hallway with unrecognizable doors, into the dining room. Each door you had passed had their own signs, each with words in a foreign language on them. Throughout the walls of the transitional space, were photos of men. It was hard to notice when the man who had a hold of your arm was dragging you quicker than you could process, but it was definitely many men and he was apart of the photos. They were all of the same ethnicity.
“Jisung! Il-eonassguna! Achim junbihaess-eo!” One man said as you stepped in, immediately after the man with your arm announced your presence. He had scruffy black hair and a very athletic, body-builder esque physique. To contrast his scary look, he had a rounder face and a silly apron that read “kiss the cook” on it. It almost made you giggle. He was cooking rice and an appetizing soup with an aromatic scent that filled the room with its steam.
“What?” You repeated. The only thing you’ve said in these past few minutes have only stemmed from confusion and a lack of knowledge that people where handing to you. You would be more scared about your surroundings, but these people looked so nice and they made you breakfast. You had trusted your instincts that if they were in the mafia, or some other harmful group, they would’ve made themselves clear by now. And if they were, you wouldn’t be able to take them seriously as you watch one of the men stuff fresh kimchi in their mouth, puffing their cheeks as if to make room, each of them in their own tiny conversations.
“Achim?” He clarified, the same confused look that the other man had on. Soon, the other men who were at the table were staring and had stopped eating to stare at the spectacle before them. “babgwa gug, banchan-eul mandeul-eoss-eoyo,” he continued, though the words didn’t mean anything to you.
“Achim?” You repeated in a broken accent. “Where am I? What is going on? I’m about to call the police.”
“No police!” One of them joked as they raised their hands up as if being caught. The tallest one of the group that was sat next to them slapped him on the arm, the other wincing as he felt the pain shiver through him.
One of the other men, very lanky but well defined with longer, blond hair in a half up half down style, and a fairy-like aura led you to your seat. “Are you okay?” He asked, in English for the first time. Very Australian, though, which confused you the most.
“No!? I don’t know where I am, who you are, or what language anyone is speaking to me!” You freak out and cross your arms onto the table, flopping your head down, going limp as a sigh ran through or lungs and out your mouth. Your leg bounces up and down as you think of escape plans and ideas to run away. The room is silent and you can feel everyone is staring at you, rightfully so. You stare at your feet, which look different than you last remember. Your legs are toned but slightly covered by loose pajamas you don’t remember owning.
“Is this a body-swap?” One of them asked you, but more towards the other men, in a thick accent and broken English.
It raises your curiosity instantly, and you force yourself to raise your head back up. “What is that?”
“A body swap? You swap bodies with your soulmate after you turn 21,” he elaborates. “It’s an old Korean tradition.”
“..So you are Korean, then,” you clarify as he nods his head with a soft smile. “How do I get back to my body?”
“You.. can’t,” the man said. He paused to form the next sentence, to prepare you for his next choice of words before they rolled off his tongue. “Unless you find them.”
“We’ll help you,” another one says. “I’m Chris, that’s Felix,” he pauses, pointing at the other man who speaks English. “And we have Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Minho.”
Once you were aquainted with all of the guys who lived there and finally understood the rules of a soulmate bodyswap, you raced to put clothes on, in a room unfamiliar to you, and to brush your teeth, not caring for once how you looked before you went back out. But you got a good look of who you had become in the mirror. He was handsome. God.. he was handsome, and you were way out of his league. He had bright boba eyes that stared back at you and round cheeks that resembled a chipmunk or some other small creature. He was more than handsome, though, he was something words could not describe. He was also cute, and pretty. Pretty sexy, if that wasn’t weird to say. He clearly worked out. The man that stood before you in the mirror was exactly who you wanted to have as a partner. But would he think the same of you?
One of the guys who lived there caught you staring in the mirror. When he spoke, he spoke with the same Australian accent the skinnier man had, but perfect English nonetheless. “How are you doing? Are you ready to meet back up with him?”
“Okay, I think? I’m nervous to meet him. What if he doesn’t love me? What if he actually hates me or who I am? I’m definitely not as attractive as him, he has clear skin and obviously takes really good care of himself. He has lots of muscle,” you ramble on as you grab your bisceps and flex them. He grabs your shoulders to stop you from spiraling
“He’ll love you. You’re soulmates! That’s the highest form of connection someone can have with another human. I was nervous when I met mine, but she was the most graceful, peaceful, kind woman I have ever met and I have not left her side since.”
“And everyone else?”
“They haven’t met theirs, yet. But coming from me, I promise you that you guys are destined to be together.”
You take a big deep breath in, and out, releasing any stress your shoulders and mind were carrying.
“How about I message him?”
Once you gave Chris your home phone number, he was able to message your soulmate directly to set up plans. You both decided to, because of his resources at the company, fly him back over to the house and switch you back. Then? They’d send you home, you guess.
A ding was heard from his phone immediately.
010-1234-5678: omg chan hyung? I was hoping one of you would message.
010-1234-5678: I forgot my own phone number.
010-1234-5678: she has a small dog. he’s so fluffy
010-1234-5678: and she plays the guitar
010-1234-5678: Her room is so well decorated and her house is too
010-1234-5678: her house smells like fresh baked bread
010-1234-5678: hyung, her house is gorgeous.
010-1234-5678: she’s gorgeous.
010-1234-5678: perfect, even.
010-1234-5678: I’ve been looking at myself in the mirror for hours.
010-1234-5678: I’ve been praying my whole life for a girl like her
You scanned through the messages as Chris showed them to you and read along as well, clearly feeling more confident than when you first looked at yourself. Knowing that he was attracted to you allowed me to see what you could truly become. You. Soulmates.
“See? He’s clearly interested! Don’t be scared.”
Chan texted your soulmate the rest of the details. It turns out they worked as idol in a group titled Stray Kids. You were able to learn more about your soulmate as he boarded and traveled by plane back here, getting updates frequently. His name is Han Jisung, and you can’t wait to meet him.
The wait was unbelievable, but you got to tour the house and each member’s room, which allowed to learn about each of them as a person as you scanned their belongings and posters on the wall. You cleaned up his messy room a little and did the dishes from breakfast, small habits you had picked up from childhood that told others you cared and respected them and their time. You also got to tour around town a little, seeing the Korean architecture, small business, and local people. You were able to try native Korean food for the first time, and look at the beautiful city skyline from the roof of their dorm.
Seungmin’s voice broke you out of your loud thoughts as walked up from behind you. The wind was able to muffle his footsteps. He spoke good English with a clear accent, which surprised you knowing all of them were born and raised in Korea, mostly. You learned Jisung had studied in Malaysia, which, to you, was an interesting choice for someone to study abroad, but maybe he was adventurous or free-spirited. You were thankful, though, so you could communicate with them before you learn any new languages. “Are you nervous?”
Seungmin clearly hadn’t heard Jisung giggle before, so it surprised him when you did in his voice
“Obviously. This is the man that fate has lead me to. If I don’t like him, or he doesn’t like me, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“And if he does? Like you, I mean.”
You pondered for a moment. Seeing the cars pass on the busy street, and the tall buildings surrounded by the bright sun.. it made you debate in your head. The cool breeze was able to ease your headache from stress, and so did Seungmin’s presence.
“Are you going to move here?” He spoke again.
“I.. well I don’t know. I can’t drop my job and leave my friends like that. Especially when I don’t speak Korean or know anything about the country or how ‘honorifics’ work.”
“The best way to speak Korean, is 1, to move here, and 2, to have a Korean boyfriend or girlfriend. When you have both, you’ll be fine. You have seven friends that have your back, too. That’s seven more than the average.”
“Friends?”
“Hell yes. You are Jisung-hyung’s soulmate. You’re with us whether you like it or not,” he laughs. You do too.
The sun had gone down while you waited for Jisung’s arrival, and Korea had turned into a vibrant, neon-lit playground that was more beautiful than any city you had been to in a while.
It was a 13 hour flight from where you lived to Korea. In that time, the boys taught you more about what it’s like to live here, more words to learn in Korean, and more about Jisung himself and the band. In their group, he’s the ‘ace’. He can sing, dance, rap, and produce and make music. And is apparently very good at ‘aygeo.’ Some words you’ll have to pick up as you go.
“Jisung is the type of person you have a dream about and don’t forget about,” you daydream outloud as you sit crisscross on the couch in a hand picked outfit by the members. Some of the boys groan, and others laugh.
“This feels weird coming from his own mouth.”
“It’s sweet you feel like this about him and you technically haven’t met him yet.”
“I wonder how he feels, not knowing anything about you.”
“He basically said the same about you.”
The boys’ voices all overlapped as they ate late night snacks.
You whipped my head towards Hyunjin, who popped a piece of salty snack in his mouth. “What do you mean he said the same about me?”
“I was texting with him from the number I got from Chan-hyung, and he said you were so beautiful he’s gonna pass out when he finally gets to meet you. He said you’re a once-in-a-lifetime kind of girl.”
You nearly screamed. How could a world famous, basically A-list, K-pop idol think of you so highly? You give yourself less credit than you think. You’ve been hit on before, but no one of this beauty and grace, and no one who’s net worth was probably well over a million with a fond following of fans and supporters.
Thankfully, you learned, they didn’t have any scheduled plans today or tomorrow, as requested by the members, so you could get to know each other better before you had to leave and he had to go back to work. They had come out with an album a month and a half ago, so it was normal for schedules to die down as they stopped promoting new content.
A ringtone from Jisung’s phone accompanied by a buzz could be heard from the table in the kitchen. When you all perked up and walked over, you read the name on the protected screen as “010-1234-5678”. It was your number. You immediately picked it up and put it on speaker for the other members to hear.
“Hello?” You asked.
“Hey, baby, are you going to open the door? Or am I going to have to stand out here forever?”
Hearing this, you immediately dropped his phone and ran to the entry way, hearing a click from every lock that was present on the door. Stood before you was Jisung. The man of your dreams, your soulmate.
“Sweetheart.”
“Hi.”
He had no bags in his arms, just your phone with slightly cracked edges and an old, damaged, phone case. You shudder, seeing yourself stand in front of you. You scan his eyes and wait for a reaction before doing something yourself. You slammed yourself into his arms and wrapped your hands around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and latched onto your back.
Jisung, who had placed his head right next to your ear, whispered, “I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I love you,” you whispered back, though more restrained than he was. You noticed your voices back to what it was before the switch, realizing you are now back in your original bodies.
— 한지성 x 이용복 x reader .ᐟ.ᐟ pt.2, fluff, body swap, soulmate au :: 4070 wc
☆ ──꒰💌꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ in which 𓂃 after being long distance for 3 years, stray kids is excited to have a housewarming party. when you happen to body swap again, it should have been an easy fix.
“as much as my heart flutters, i’m afraid because the destiny keeps getting jealous of us. as much scared as you are, i’m, too, scared. when you see me, when you touch me.” — serendipity by jimin . ♬ ݁˖
other member ver: bangchan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | han pt.2 pt.2 alternate | felix | seungmin | jeongin
main master list: click here 𓏲ꪆ
an: this is a continuation of pt.1, and this includes felix as well. if you don’t want that kind of relationship or you are uncomfortable with that for whatever reason, there’s going to be an alternate pt.2 without felix. love you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love on part 1
“Your keys are under the mat when you arrive,” read the text message you received from your landlord that morning. Staying beneath the breezy hotel sheets, you knew you had to act fast to get the keys in case anyone were to take them. Staring at the oil painting that was opposite your bed, it reminded you of the sunny afternoons in LA. Sitting on a bench outside of your apartment building, the wind slightly blowing as you ate a small pastry from next door were (sadly) some of your favorite memories. But now that you have met Jisung, you couldn’t go more than a few hours without being reminded of him again. Being in bed without him by your side felt empty, and so did your heart. It was unbearable to go this long without seeing him, but you were planning big things for him. You made sure to take a cold shower, a long night of tossing and turning made your eyes heavy, using the provided shampoo and conditioner that was plastered on the tile wall of the bathroom. A quick splash in the face was enough to wake you, but you needed more energy than normal for today’s activities. Finally, once your makeup was applied and your outfit was on, you could pack up all of your belongings into your suitcases and check out of the hotel. You texted your boyfriend a quick good morning along with a video of you kissing the screen, a little extra love for such a perfect boyfriend, and a perfect yet exhausting day ahead of you.
You and Jisung, though only being able to communicate through messages and FaceTime, were stronger than you had believed any of your past relationships to be. Only knowing him for a short amount of time after you first met, you were able to bond over music and other shared interests quickly. You could stay up as late as you could so he could talk during lunch, and you would send frequent updates of your work travels and your meals while he was sleeping. Knowing this, you picked up shifts that went into the late nights, clocking out when the sun came up and sleeping during the day so that you could talk to him as often as possible on his schedule.
Figuring out that he was your soulmate through an ancient Korean tradition only solidified your promise of love and your hopefulness for the future. Now, as an intermediate Korean speaker who had been learning since you met, you decided to surprise Jisung. You weren’t the type to do anything spontaneous, which is why you had been planning this with your closest friends for months. You joined Korean Facebook groups to learn more about each area and where in Seoul is the best place to reside as a young adult, practiced Korean nearly every day in group chats and fun apps that encouraged you to continue, and toured Seoul apartments without telling him. By now, you had made several native friends who would help you adjust to the lifestyle change. Becoming a doctor in Korea, as you noticed from applying to different hospitals and clinics, was different than the usual American system. And though you were leaving your friends behind, you knew that moving to Korea would be the next step in your and Jisung’s relationship, strengthening your bond and being able to hang out with him and his bandmates more often. FaceTime was something that kept you both busy, but for a soulmate that you could only come across once in a lifetime, you knew it wasn’t healthy or sustainable if you wanted to continue to stay with him.
Which is why you are now outside of your new apartment, keys in hand. You peered inside the peephole, hoping to sneak a glance at your new life. You lingered outside the door, a thought in your mind that someone might stop you from opening the door into your new life. You had been confident in your decisions thus far, but your blood pumped through your veins like they were trying to escape. You rocked against your heels before leaning forward into your new path, into your new apartment. Before arriving, you made sure to pick up only a few necessities for you to get started. Soaps, basic food, a blanket and pillow, and towels. You were planning on stopping at IKEA tomorrow, which was thankfully only a short bus ride. And you hoped by then, Jisung would be able to come with you, finally getting to spend some real time with your perfect mate.
You turned the key and were met with the natural sunlight that reflected onto the dark-wood flooring from the windows. Limitless ideas flowed through your mind as you took a step through the door scanning the blank walls and lack of furniture, remembering yourself touring the apartment for the first time. You had shipped all your belongings from Los Angeles to Seoul, but it would take a while to arrive. You decided to only keep the essentials, knowing that your wallets would cry out if you tried to ship everything. You placed your bags in the living room, your legs blessed with a break as you sat next to them. Immediately, you contacted one of the members of Stray Kids, Lee Know, who you knew would know Jisung’s schedule even if he wasn’t directly involved that day. Stray Kids had just finished preparing for their next Dominate tour stop in Seoul, so you requested that they sneakily bring Jisung to your apartment, hoping you could see his eyes grow wide as well as his smile when he saw you and your new residence.
When they arrived with cake, balloons, more toilet paper than a family of 4 could need in a month, and a small bottle of soju to share, they celebrated you and your new era of life, one that will be spent with your soulmate. Jisung was definitely the member with the biggest smile and the biggest supporter of this surprise, but you could tell everyone else was happy for you and for him, too. You were finally able to hold Jisung as tightly as you could, being pressured by the members to hold him closely. Soulmates only come once in a lifetime. A once shy, quiet man, who, according to his members, was only able to be himself around close ones, was finally able to open another door and connect with another soul.
After half the bottle was gone, a small party game of truth or dare had taken place. This was common for girls at sleepovers and young adults at house parties, you hadn’t played in years, though the self-explanatory rules were easy to pick back up. You took a small sip from the glass in your hand, letting the juice run down your throat. You made sure not to drink as much as you wished you could, it was not smart to be hungover on your first day in your unfurnished apartment.
“Jisung, truth or dare?” Chris asked.
Jisung turned to you. “What should I do, baby?”
“Truth,” you whispered to him.
“I choose truth,” He announced.
“How did it feel to body swap with y/n?”
Jisung chuckled, and some of the other members did too. He had never truly specified to them or even to you about his experience when he woke up as you. He thought about it for a second and leaned against you to laugh into your shoulder as he remembered what had happened to him.
Han had woken up in his bed.. or.. a bed. Somebody’s bed. It was a girl's room, for sure. White walls with fake plants and cute dresses piled on the carpeted floor. The girl had a vanity with makeup scattered around it and a desk with documents that might as well pile to the ceiling. Getting up from bed, in different pajamas than he remembered going to bed in, he scanned the room for threats. As an idol, it’s important to be wary of surroundings and unfamiliar areas. It was a sad reality that Han had to live in, but he knew it was best for his safety. He saw a guitar, a nice one. One that he’s wanted for years. He heard clawing at the door, and unlocked it to see a tiny dog on the other side, begging to be let in. He picked up the dog and petted it, the furry animal licking his face as he laughed. The dog probably needed food, so he looked through all the cabinets and drawers until he found some for the puppy. Exploring a bit more around the house, he saw fresh bread on the table. Yum, but he didn’t take any. It just sat so pretty where it was. After looking through each room and finding no one else there, even looking at himself in the mirror to check for scars but seeing someone else entirely, he concluded that he had body swapped. You were gorgeous. I mean, drop-dead stunning. If you were his soulmate he’d never leave your side, he knew that.
He had a soulmate. Han Jisung of Stray Kids. Han was soulmates with a girl who he presumed lived in a different country. He had prayed and begged for years to have a soulmate, especially after Chan had found his. He just assumed the universe had given up on him, he had been 21 for 2 years by that point. As he was pouring himself some cereal he found in the cabinet, he got a call from his soulmate on the bedside table. Picking it up, he put the phone to his face.
“Yeoboseyo?” He asked.
The person on the other end laughed. “Girl, are you drunk? I’ve never heard you pick up a phone like that! Are you free today? Let’s go around town! I miss you!
Han froze. He remembered seeing a calendar posted on his soulmate's fridge, with important details and her work schedule. In his best English, he said, “I’m sorry! I have work today until 3!”
“It’s fine! Let’s go after. I’ll pick you up at 5 and we can go out for drinks!”
“I don’t know.. I’ll see how I feel.”
“What happened to the girl you used to be? You loved partying and drinking, making out with random men and not even getting their numbers afterwards.. now you’re too busy with residency and playing the guitar and your stupid paintings.”
With that, she hung up. Han slowly lowered the phone from his face, surprised at her immediate and extreme reaction. Was his soulmate a party girl? No, she said you changed. You’re responsible, you have a steady job as a doctor, you play the guitar, and you paint! What would you think of Han? Being a doctor, at least to Han, was much more respectable than being an idol. It’s like being a jester to teenage girls. He enjoyed it, of course, but would you think? You're saving lives and he’s.. ending them with one look..? That sounds so egotistical..
He suddenly got sad. He hoped he was enough for you. He had these problems many times in the past. You were beautiful, and what was he? He had battles with mental health in the past and had gone through many heartbreaks because of it. Along with his busy schedule, would you even think it was worth it to stay with him?
Hearing Jisung tell you and the members this story, your heart broke into pieces. You cannot believe that he thought the same thing you did when you first got to know him.
“Jisung,” you started. “I had the same insecurities when I first swapped bodies with you. I thought you were kind, handsome, and so talented. So much more well-rounded than I thought I was. I love you, and I hope you never have these thoughts. You’re perfect for me and I am so proud of who you are and who you've grown to be.”
You woke up in a different position than when you had fallen asleep. Which was normal for you obviously, you were a big mover in your sleep and it had become a running joke in your family how much you like to flop around. Being like that your whole life made you surprised when you had never sleptwalked before.
Getting up and maneuvering around all the members was something you had picked up from camp many years ago. The darkness was only an obstacle, but you could use your other senses before arriving at the kitchen where the light was on. Grabbing a quick drink, you heard shuffling behind you.
“You’re usually never the first up,” Seungmin whispered. He was still in his pajamas and his hair was all messed up.
“What do you know about my sleeping habits?” I question him, but he refuses to let up.
“I think I know your sleeping habits better than anyone.”
You scoff and place your empty glass down into the sink without alerting anyone else. Tip-toeing to the bathroom with Seungmin trailing close behind, you were able to flick the light on. “Seungmin, and no offense to you, I don’t think we’re at that point in our relationship yet—though I am glad we are close and I do wish to grow closer— for you to tell me how early I get up in the mornings.”
You close the door on him, and you could feel him lingering outside the door for a few more seconds before scuffling back to his sleeping bag. When you turn to look in the mirror to fix up your hair, you notice that the simple unspooling of your identity has taken place, and each feature has been replaced with a new shape and pattern, feeling alien inside a body that doesn’t belong to you. You felt detached from the person who stared back at you in the mirror, as if you had distorted into something unknown. You shrieked, waking up the members. Running outside the bathroom, your hair still a mess, the members look at you with shock and horror as their faces contort into something of confusion.
“I’m Felix!” You yelp, as if your voice had gone hoarse and weak.
“Yes?” Chris confirms, but the members’ stance was still hostile and protective, frozen in place.
It seems that, what seemed to be yourself, had woken up just moments after everyone else and joined the small circle that gathered around you.
“Oh my god! You’re.. me!” You yelped, though your own voice had been detached from you, taken, and given to the girl that stood in front of you. You were in Felix’s body, and his in yours.
Sitting on the makeshift beds from last night, you all gathered. Jisung had gone out early in the morning for some groceries, not accepting my requests to buy my own food last night. He insisted.
“How.. do we tell Han that his soulmate is not his soulmate?” Jeongin asked, scratching the back of his head as he looked around.
“Well it’s not like y/n is not his soulmate, they body swapped years ago,” Changbin tried to clarify, hoping—no—praying that Jisung wouldn’t have to get his heart broken. “Is it possible to have multiple soulmates?”
“I think, statistically, it’s possible. It’s very taboo within Korean culture, but it’s not like it isn’t possible, and it’s happened before in older stories from childhood folklore,” Felix, now in his own body again, said. “I remember hearing about it when I was young, but I was too naive to think it was real.”
You sighed loudly in your spot on the hard floor, tilting your head back in frustration before flopping onto your back. “Does this mean that Felix is also Han’s soulmate? Or is Jisung just more connected to be than I am to him? Will he think that I don’t love him as much?”
All the members shook their heads, fighting away any negative feelings from your thoughts.
“Of course not! You and Han are just as connected as you and Felix. You just happen to be soulmates with.. both of them,” Hyunjin comforts from across the living room.
“It’s almost entirely possible that Han and Felix are soulmates, too. It doesn’t really make any sense for someone to have two but the other two aren’t soulmates as well.” Seungmin leaned back, putting his weight on his palms after taking a bite of his cereal.
“It’ll be a hard transition, and it’ll be hard to know how Han will react, but we, especially the three of you, will be able to figure out solutions,” Jeongin added, him too taking a bite of cereal that you had bought on your first day in town.
“I don’t know, Han’s had a crush on Felix since 2017, I think the transition will be pretty seamless,” Lee Know commented. Everyone’s eyes practically burst out of their heads, a thick silence fogging up the room. Seungmin snickered.
“I guess I had no idea, but maybe it’ll help him ease into the idea more,” Felix joked, his cheeks turning red from the idea that Han liked him for all this time.
“The idea of what?” You had already gotten back up onto your seated position again, but this time you were leaning forward in curiosity.
“Of.. us. The three of us. Being a couple, I mean. If you’re okay with that.”
“Sure I am. I’ve known you for years, I feel the safest being soulmates with you than with anyone else.”
“I hope you know Felix also has a crush on you,” Seungmin added, the slurping of the milk in his bowl adding to his statement.
“I told you that in confidence!” Felix hit Seungmin on the chest. You laughed, and so did everyone else.
The wait for Jisung’s arrival. Just like when you had your body swapped with his, it was the worst part. The waiting. Knowing the news you had to express and not knowing his reaction was something you knew you had to comfort him with and support his decisions.
Once he entered through the unlocked door with bags in his hands, he shot the group a smile. “I’m glad you guys are up! I have breakfast items, random decorations, and…” he held something behind his back, a surprise for all of the members and you. “This!” He revealed his secret, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, something he had learned from hours of talking to you almost every night.
To his shock, you barely reacted. Your reaction to surprises was always one of Jisung’s favorite things about you. You smiled, a curve forming on your mouth as you slowly maneuvered to get up and hug him tightly, his arms slowly wrapping around you, rubbing your back as you quietly cried. This was not a thank-you hug, no, he knew that for sure. This was an " I’m sorry for what I’m about to tell you “ hug or something of a similar variety.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, pulling himself away and holding your shoulders in support.“What’s going on? Please tell me, sweetheart.”
“We’re soulmates, right? You don’t doubt that?”
“Obviously. Why else would I be here with my gorgeous girlfriend inside her new house she bought to be closer to me?” He chuckled, but quickly realized that his jokes didn’t fit the mood.
“Felix and I..” you paused. He prayed to the heavens and whatever god was out there that you didn’t come bringing bad news about your relationship. He begged. “Felix and I, we body swapped.”
Jisung’s heart stopped in his chest for a couple of beats, and he could feel himself getting dizzy with a pit in his stomach equal to a black hole that he wished could suck him up.
“You and I are soulmates, but so are Felix and I. The three of us, Sungie, we’re soulmates.” Tears were slowly running down your cheeks.
Felix walked up behind you, a supportive look on his face shot towards Jisung. “It happened this morning while you were gone.”
Jisung dropped the flowers, forgotten on the floor as the petals scattered throughout the vicinity. He grabbed you and hugged you as tightly as you had hugged him just moments before, rocking back and forth on his feet to comfort you. When he let go for a second, he grabbed Felix and made him join in the hug. “I can’t believe the universe blessed me with two beautiful soulmates.”
After a long day of shopping for home decoration, you packed up all the members’ trash from the night before. Small tissues, pieces from board games you had never seen before, and the empty bottle of alcohol. Of course, Jisung’s surprise gift to you was still there, and you decided to put it in a vase, marking the momentous moment of you being able to spend the rest of your life with your soulmate, and the mark of meeting another soulmate. Before you had taken the flowers out of their ornate wrapping paper, you noticed a small note inside. Ripping the seam and pulling the cardstock out, in his messy but comfortable handwriting, read:
My sunshine,
I think for the past few years we’ve been apart but together in spirit, I’ve been nervous to meet back up with you in person. Knowing you were my soulmate, I felt immense pressure to please you and live up to expectations that I believed you had. But after seeing you again, your walls finally broke down with my members, and being able to be so physically close with me without doubt, I knew that fate’s decision to lead me to you was the right one. I want to walk through every season of life by your side, facing every challenge that life throws our way. I want to grow old and gray with you because I have realized my heart has found its home in you.
-Jisung
The emotional honesty and intimacy of his card made tears well up in your eyes. The sun had almost set, marking another day of living in your home. You knew in this home, you wanted exactly what he wanted. Every hour of your life begged to be spent by his side, seeing every side of him that begged to be released. Putting the open note next to the flowers in the vase, you were able to relax with the TV in your new bed. A bed with a duvet cover, which might take some convincing for Jisung to get used to.
Only a few hours later, you had gotten a call from someone you had been waiting for, Felix. He suggested that he and Jisung stay over at your place for the night, a small welcome into the intimate moments that you and Jisung had shared. You and Jisung had discussed after the events of that morning that you would both be willing to add another into your relationship, only if it was Felix, of course. Felix was loving and trusting. He was everything that Jisung wasn’t, and vice versa, the completion of a puzzle with a piece that you didn’t know was missing. You thought that the three of you as a couple was something people could only dream of, two protective men who filled each other's hearts. Thinking about the three of you, your heart swells and all tension seems to fade away.
Once they arrived, you all quickly settled into your clean sheets. While watching your favorite show, something Felix and Jisung knew by heart by now, you rested between them. Felix’s hand slowly snaked towards yours, a small glimmer of shyness present within his actions. This was his first time being with you of course. You closed the gap and wrapped your fingers around his, interlocking your hands beneath the sheets. Feeling disconnected from Jisung, you rested your head on his shoulders, a perfect ending to a week you didn’t think could get any better.
“Don’t get up too early in the morning y/nnie, we’re making you breakfast,” Jisung whispered.
“I’m scared that Lix will burn the house down,” you giggled as you joked. Felix squeezed your hand.
“If I have to start over to make a breakfast you love, I’ll do it.”
정호석 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | idol!hobi • domestic boyfriend!hobi • fluff • comfort • clingy hobi • long distance during tours • lots of physical affection • late night calls • lowercase intended
┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels !! J-Hope’s version is here !!! I am in love with soft Hobi and I just now you all will be too !!! If you have anymore headcanon ideas or fic reqs you can always send them !!! But any-whom !!! Happy reading !! <333
before tour boyfriend!hoseok :(
— gets extra affectionate before leaving :( constantly pulling you into random hugs while dancing around the apartment or kissing your cheek in the middle of conversations
— tries really hard to keep the mood upbeat before tour because he hates seeing you sad, but you notice him holding onto you a little longer every day leading up to departure
— absolutely makes sure the apartment feels warm and comforting before leaving. groceries stocked, little notes left around, your favorite snacks magically appearing everywhere
— the type to practice choreography in the living room then suddenly pull you in to dance with him halfway through because he can’t resist :(
— talks excitedly about tour plans with you but sneaks in little “you better call me every day” comments like they’re jokes
— spends the night before leaving wrapped around you in bed talking about all the things he wants to do together once he’s back home
— acts all smiley and energetic at the airport but the very moment he hugs you goodbye he gets softer :( quieter “i’ll miss you” mumbled against your hair before walking away
during tour boyfriend!hoseok :(
— sends you videos constantly :( backstage dancing, outfit checks, sunsets from hotel balconies, random songs playing in rehearsal rooms because he wants you involved in every part of his day
— facetimes you while doing skincare after concerts with his hair pushed back and sleepy eyes, complaining dramatically about how much he misses your hugs
— the type to send voice notes full of excitement after good shows because you’re the first person he wants to tell everything to
— honestly misses laughing with you the most :( inside jokes, teasing each other, hearing you laugh through the apartment late at night
— sends random “look what i bought u!!” texts every time he passes a store during tour
— definitely dances around hotel rooms while on facetime with you just to make you laugh when he can tell you miss him badly
— gets surprisingly clingy late at night after schedules :( staying on calls longer, asking what you’re doing, telling you not to hang up yet
— keeps one of your hoodies folded beside him on hotel beds because unfamiliar rooms feel less lonely when something smells like home
— acts energetic during the day but admits quietly one night that waking up alone in hotel rooms is the hardest part of touring without you
after tour boyfriend!hobi :)
— coming home with him feels bright again :) loud laughter, bags everywhere, music immediately playing through the apartment while he clings to you at the same time
— absolutely spins you around in the kitchen the first morning home because he missed dancing with you more than he expected
— domestic life after tour becomes exciting to him again :) shopping dates, cooking together while music plays, cleaning the apartment together at midnight because neither of you can sleep
— follows you around nonstop the first few days back :) sitting beside you no matter what room you’re in, pulling you into his lap whenever possible
— loves hearing your laugh in person again because phone calls never sound the same :)
— gets softer at night after tour. laying in bed with his fingers tracing shapes against your arm while talking quietly about everything he missed while away
— honestly looks happiest doing ordinary things beside you :) coffee runs in oversized hoodies, late night walks, folding laundry while singing badly together
— after tour he loves you in this warm overwhelming way. like being home with you recharges every exhausted part of him all over again
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