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[yoongihan]

Tantalize - HHJ - Chapter Seven

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pairing: half-fae hyunjin x human reader

summary: as a journalist, it's your job to keep your mind open, but when your colleague tells you the truth about his world, it's a lot to take in. especially the person he introduces you to.

genre: fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers,

rated: M

word count: 2k

warnings: fear and panic, coming down from adrenaline rush. much worry about seungmin. administering of questionable medicine (do not do this at home). not communicating

a/n: sorry for the wait. also, this just became nine chapters, so...don't despair, dear reader.

dividers from @saradika-graphics

series mlist. ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4 ch. 5 ch. 6

Chapter Seven

In any of your wildest dreams, you never thought you'd be sitting behind the wheel of a half-fae's car with your work partner in the backseat, who is in said half-fae's lap, his hands placed over his own heart and your partner's.

"Does he have a pulse?"

Hyunjin had told you to drive and at this point, you did as he asked.

So you sit, holding the steering wheel gingerly, while dripping on the floor and seats. You're shivering, so you turn on the car's heater. It's not much but it helps.

"Yes." But Hyunjin doesn't move his hands.

"Are you…?"

"I'm assessing."

“We have to take him to a hospital.” You look through the rear view mirror at Hyunjin's furrowed brow and stern mouth. Seungmin's breathing is so faint you can't hear it over the motor of the car, but occasionally through the mirror you see Hyunjin's arm move with the shallow breaths.

He looks like the Hyunjin you know. Though softer, and warmer.

The cold Hyunjin in the cavernous room of water was someone else, terrifying. He'd used a sword. He'd saved Seungmin and you. There's no way you would have been able to escape without him.

But he'd killed someone.

And so had you.

You find you can’t quite look at him the same way. If pressed, you can’t be sure if it’s fear or admiration. 

“Hospital won’t know what to do with him,” he replies, glancing up to make eye contact with you through the mirror.. “We can’t take him to The Court, so—”

“Why not?” Your voice doesn't really sound like your voice. Had terror and fear roughed it up just like shouting? Your throat aches.

“He’s not one of my Lady’s. She won’t have him tended there.” He opens a bottle, this one yellow, and pours it in Seungmin's mouth.

“I don’t much like your Lady.”

“Don’t,” he says shortly. "I must defend her against anyone who speaks abuse to or about her." He grabs a towel as well, drying Seungmin's hair then his face.

"You have towels?" You shove his words about 'his Lady' somewhere in the back of your brain to ponder later.

A towel lands in the passenger seat. You take it and carefully try to dry your hair as you pull onto the main highway.

"I tried to prepare for everything. Including the water." He sighs. "I should have brought more. Changes of clothes…for all of us."

"Hyunjin…it doesn't matter. What are we going to do with Seungmin? What is wrong with him? Where should we go?"

“We will take him to yours, and tend him there.”

You shoot him a look. “My place? But…”

“It will be safe for both of you there." He meets your gaze through the mirror. "I promise."

You don't suppose you have any choice but to believe her.

He keeps speaking even though as you glance back into the rear view mirror, his sole focus is on Seungmin. "She siphons energy. Well, she did. Nam-gil. The energy or perhaps spirit that makes someone human is a drug to someone like her, a true fae. Seungmin, a half-fae like me, has some of that essence, so she took what she could from him, while keeping him alive."

"Sounds like vampires."

He huffs. "We are not—"

"How…how do we heal him?"

"I have things to help. To return some of his energy. Though I've never done this before. It's all theoretical. Most of my healing work is theoretical."

He sounds so sad when he says that.

"He also needs rest, and food."

You definitely can offer that at your place.

It seems to take forever to get to your apartment. You're grateful none of your neighbors seem to be home as you watch Hyunjin carry Seungmin through your front door. You direct Hyunjin to your bedroom, then bathroom, gathering spare clothes that might fit your partner.

Once Seungmin is dried off and in dry clothes, you help Hyunjin lay him in your bed.

Hyunjin makes no comment, is terribly silent. He says nothing about your apartment, even the fact that your have a stuffed bear on your bed. In a distant part of your mind, you recognize the worry that he knows where you live. That your last physical barrier is gone completely.

“I must run to my rooms and gather more supplies. Feed him simple things, like broth and water. Speak to him. He needs to hear familiar voices." He finally looks at you after touching Seungmin's face compassionately.

You sense that there’s more to their relationship than just growing up together. 

“You’re leaving?” you ask, limbs trembling from exertion and after-adrenaline.

“I’ll be back. Quicker than you can imagine.” He starts toward the front door of your apartment.

“Hyunjin…”

He turns to look at you.

“You saved his life.” 

There is a faint blush touching his face at your words. “I think it was rather a team effort, 문외한.” And he’s gone.

You check on Seungmin before taking a hot shower and changing into dry clothing.

You don't ask him how, when he returns in fifteen minutes (the club is easily three-quarters of an hour or more away) that he is dry, hair no longer curling from the wet. You want to but something stops you.

His expression is closed. Not worried, but blank.

You don't ask why he seems standoffish, why when he moves around you to see Seungmin, when he'd normally touch you casually, that the lack of touch feels cold to you.

You can’t ask him any of this because Seungmin is paler, even though you got half a bowl of broth down his throat.

Hyunjin lays out a plethora of bottles on your nightstand, picking some up and then setting them back down.

“What can I do?”

He doesn’t look at you. “Talk to him. Tell him a story.”

“A story?"

"Yes." He smooths back Seungmin's hair before lifting his head. You move to help brace him up, your back against Seungmin's.

"A real one? or a fairytale?" You turn to see him, eyes wide at your words.

"A fairytale?"

"About a stubborn young man, with secrets," you begin. "Who worries too much about his work colleague to let her be a part of an investigation."

"No, fairytales start the same way," he says softly. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy. He was far smarter than his peers." Hyunjin nods to you as he pours another yellow bottle down Seungmin's mouth and throat.

"And he knew it too. When he decided to go to school just to get smarter, he lorded his intelligence over his classmates."

"Oh he did?"

"Oh yes," you say, remembering meeting Seungmin in a journalism class so long ago. "His writing was perfect, following all the rules to the letter. The professors loved to use his work as an example of how to do things."

"How annoying."

"But one day, one of his classmates didn't show up. So he looked for her." You move to let Seungmin lay back down. "Through his…abilities, he entered her dorm to find her on the floor of the communal bathroom, quite ill."

"She was alone?"

"She preferred it." You don't look at Hyunjin as you continue. "Despite how scrawny he was, he carried her to her dorm room. Even went to get her medicine and soup. When she felt better, there was a flash drive on her night stand, with the notes from class that she'd missed."

"So he was a hero."

"Yes." You wipe your eyes, looking away from Hyunjin to your friend. "A most stubborn hero."

Seungmin moves restlessly, letting out a small groan.

"I'll get more broth?"

"Yes." Hyunjin stays as you hurry to the kitchen.

Your apartment is small, so his words drift to where you ladle the broth into a mug.

“Come on, Min,” he says. “Dying would be selfish of you, you know. Your human would never get over it. I wouldn’t either.”

Seungmin’s human. What a strange way to put it. You bristle at being anyone’s anything, but you suppose that maybe to the fae, you are Seungmin's.

Friendship is a type of belonging, after all.

More broth is administered, more tonics (you want to ask what the yellow is, but your focus is on Seungmin). It feels like hours before the color returns to Seungmin’s face and his breathing deepens to normal. You look at Hyunjin, relieved.

Handy with a sword and medicine. You cannot fully understand the man in front of you. 

There are dark shadows under his eyes and his mouth is grim. There is no smile. Somehow, you feel like he would normally smile. Instead, he nods as though to acknowledge your relief is well-founded and starts to pack up, leaving three yellow bottles on the nightstand.

“He should be alright now. Let him sleep, give him broth when he wakes and one of those a day.” He points to the leftover elixirs. “And he’ll be right as rain.” He closes his leather bag before glancing at the patient again. “He’s tough.” You hear the affection in his voice and it soothes the worry.

You accompany him out of the bedroom to the living area. “You can sleep on the couch if you want. I’ll stay up with him. I did get more sleep than you did.” You blush again, which is silly because you’re an adult, but now that the danger has passed, that Seungmin is safe, that everything is okay; all you can remember is Hyunjin's mouth on yours, how he held you. 

How you strangely wishes to be held right now.

It’s probably the leftover adrenaline. You need to talk. He said you both would need to talk.

He pauses in his journey and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, as though in deep thought. A red flag waves in your mind, but you dismiss it. You’re both tired.

“I must go make sure the aftermath of…our encounter is taken care of.”

"Would the water not just wash it all away?"

"Mostly. But that area was hers. Without its ruler, the territory will be available. My lady wants it for her own."

His lady.

"Must you do that? For her?"

Can he not stay here? With you?

He nods, slipping the rucksack on his shoulder.

"But you were here with—Seungmin all this time and—"

"That was my choice."

Is Hyunjin in trouble because he saved Seungmin?

“Should I, I don't know, is there something I should do?” You cannot keep the fear out of your voice. Something is wrong. You know it. You just don't know what is wrong.

“No.” He looks back at the bedroom door. “There’s nothing to worry about. This won’t touch you.”

There is something he’s not saying. You touch his arm, making him look at you. That sad and resigned hue lingers in his eyes.

“Will you come back after or tomorrow? You should look at Seungmin. I’ve never taken care of a fae invalid before. He might turn a different color or something.” Your laugh is less than a laugh. Something feels lodged in your throat and you can’t swallow it away. Your heart is beating too fast in a way that’s unpleasant. It’s panic. “I probably need more fae potion anyway.” You’re babbling which isn’t something you do. But something is wrong. You can feel it and it makes you shaky.

He half-laughs and it’s hollow. “You don’t need any more, 문외한.” He tugs his arm away from you.

He never does that.

You feel very cold despite being dry and in your warm clothes.

"Of course I do. You said I was still susceptible."

He refuses to meet your eyes. You so desperately want him to look at you. To talk to you like he does. With warmth and teasing.

With affection.

"You should be fine now."

"How do you know that?"

"Seungmin doesn't affect you."

"But…but you do. Don't you?"

He looks at you now. The exhaustion and something incredibly bleak bleeds out from them.

"You don't need to worry about that."

“Why not?” It's like you know the answer, but you ask anyway.

“I’m not coming back.”

ch. 8

© yoongihan 2026. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans. 

[bbyquokka]

reunited - Ⅲ

– a dream come true .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | lee felix x fem reader

genre | established relationship , idol AU – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | she/her pronouns , pet names (daddy, baby girl), a liiiitle bit of angst/feels. if i missed any, pls lmk!!

words | 3.8k (3,860) + 1 fake text

notes | chapter 3 of reunited! i hope y'all enjoy n r enjoying the series so far!

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the next morning was as expected. you awoke to the sound of your alarm blaring at you. with a heavy groan, you turn it off before slowly opening your eyes. you flop back down onto your back to allow yourself some time to awake and adjust to the day. 

as expected, your apartment is quiet. where felix sleeps is stone cold. your heart sinks. all you want is to wake up to him. to see his face puffy with sleep. to see his lips parting and chest rising. to hear his soft snores. your heart feels heavy and feelings turning sour.

it's not fair. it's not fair that he has to be away all the time. you want to have at least one day, one full day with felix. you don't want to share him with anyone else, but alas, you know that won't be possible any time soon. 

you rub your face and let out a soft groan, pushing the negative feelings aside as you sit up in bed and grab your phone. you smile at your screen, suddenly forgetting why you were so angsty when you see a notification on your screen from your lover.

you grin as you reply to his message before hopping out off bed. making your way to the bathroom, you gather some fresh clothes and underwear before doing your morning routine. you take a quick shower, drying and dressing yourself as you decide what to do for the day.

you've caught up with most of your university stuff so that's something you don't have to worry about. you now have a lot of free time and it feels so alien to you. you settle on watching some tv, to see if there's anything good on however, it's daytime and nothing good is ever on tv during the daytime.

after flicking through the various channels, you throw the remote to the side with a hefty sigh. you pick up your phone, replying to a few messages before opening instagram. you're met with a picture felix posted on his personal instagram of him and jisung.

they're in the dance studio dressed in their usual attire of t-shirt and sweatpants with a cap. both of them posing together doing the peace sign whilst the members in the background pull various funny faces and photobomb them.

you laugh, double tapping your screen to change the blank heart into a red one before leaving a sweet comment under the phone. you miss felix so much that it pains you. you miss waking up to him in the mornings and having morning cuddles, sex or both! you miss seeing him full of light and energy. these days, he's so tired and energy less that he drags his feet on the ground.

he tries his best to make up for lost time and you feel guilty because of it. you know when he comes home he just wants to jump into bed and sleep for a week but he spends all the remaining energy on you. you adore him for it and know that he wouldn't do anything he didn't want to.

that being said, you notice the bags under his eyes as well as everyone else's. the schedule is getting to them all. late nights and three hours of sleep, four if lucky, it's bound to catch up to them all. you know that felix is going to be at the building all day and possibly early morning.

he wants to do his best and he always feels like he has to one up himself. you, as well as the members, have told him countless times that it's ok and that he shouldn't work so hard to the point of exhaustion (which has happened before) but does he listen? nope!

as well as living close to the jyp building, you also live relatively close to a café. you grab your purse and phone, put on your shoes as well as a jacket before heading out to the local café to buy felix and everyone else a quick pick me up.

you order everyone's favorite coffees as well as brunch for them all. brunch consists of ham and cheese bagels, brownies, flapjacks, sandwiches, salads. you made sure to buy a variety as well as a lot of it because they know how to eat well! 

juggling the bags and coffees, you carefully and slowly make your way to the building. you make yourself be know at the front desk before taking an elevator up to the studio/dance room. stepping out, you make your way to dance room three, where the boys are.

“knock knock!” you announce yourself as you push open the door with your body. the members stop dancing, noticing you from the mirrors that cover the walls.

chan is the first to rush to you, holding the door wide open so it doesn't retract back and injure you or cause you to drop everything. you thank him briefly, becoming preoccupied by two familiar voices that are coming your way.

“she's my girlfriend!” felix protests, frowning at jisung who is currently pushing felix away gently by the shoulder.

“she's my best friend and i want to help her!”

“here we go again.” minho sighs from the back before rolling his eyes. his attention quickly focuses on jeongin, who asked for help on a particular dance move.

“you're so annoying, ji!” felix whines, pouting when jisung gets to you first. jisung mocks felix before smiling sweetly to you and taking the bags off you.

“thank you, sungie!” you breathe a sigh of relief, arms like jelly from carrying everything all at once.

“anything for my bestie.” jisung says sweetly as he passes a sulking felix. you laugh as you approach your boyfriend. jisung looks up at chan, asking him if it's ok for them to take a small five minute break. 

“i guess we can. yn did buy us all this stuff for us so, a five minute break sounds perfect!” with a cheer, the members rush to the array of coffee and food, each one of them thanking you and sitting on the wood floor whilst they take time to regain energy and compose themselves.

“don't sulk, baby. there's enough of me to go around.” you hum as you walks to felix (who is still sulking) felix hums as he holds your waist. he pulls you flush against his body as he leans in and whispers.

“don't forget who you belong to.” his voice is deep yet soft. sickly sweet and calm but it's enough to make you feel butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks to heat up.

“yes felix.” you whisper as you swallow. his hands stroke your waist ever so slowly and teasingly, a sly smirk resting on his lips.

“good girl.” you frown at him before clearing your throat.

“are you ok, yn?” jisung asks, noticing how pink your cheeks are. his lips in the perfect o shape as they wrap around the straw. cold ice coffee coats his tongue and throat.

you nod and clear your throat several times. felix holds you close to his side, his hand stroking the small of your back.

“is felix teasing you again?” jisung's eyebrow raises before his eyes roll as he notices the smug look on felix's face. he walks to you both, handing felix a coffee and sandwich.

“me? tease yn? pft, never.” you slap felix's arm gently, huffing and rolling your eyes. jisung grimaces at his friends antics, taking you by the arm and pulling you towards him.

“if you don't mind, felix, but i haven't seen my best friend for a while and would very much like to gossip! you're free to join us anytime.” 

you laugh softly as you let jisung drag you to where the members are, who are currently sat on the wood floor and taking a small break. you look behind you, shrugging at felix to which he playfully rolls his eyes at and follows you both.

you situate yourself next to jisung, felix on the other side of you. you share felix's coffee and sandwich as you realize that in the midst of buying for everyone, you forgot to buy for yourself.

“so, how's life been?” jisung asks as he wipes his mouth.

“ji, we spoke literally yesterday. we text each other every day.” you laugh

“i know but am i not allowed to ask how my best friend is? texting is different than talking face to face yknow.” 

“mhm, you have a point.” you huff before going into detail about what you've been up to, which has mainly been university work. you talk about your recent project you just finished, about your professors before turning your attention on you and felix. you talk about how life has been since moving away from home to be with your one true love.

“it gets lonely at times, i won't lie. i do miss my family.” you mumble sadly, fiddling with your jeans. jisung frowns and looks at felix who is looking at you with a concerned look. 

“hey, is everything ok, darling?” his voice is soft and gently. his hand on your leg as he strokes it tenderly and soothing.

“yeah.. it just sucks yknow.” you say with a shrug. felix gives you a sympathetic smile. the atmosphere in the room shifts to a somewhat calm feeling as the members gather around you.

“i know it can be hard darling.” felix holds your hand gently. his skin is warm and comforting, washing away your worries in an instant. “but you have us. i know it's not much bu–”

“this is all i need.” you interrupt without meaning to. “this is more than enough felix. to have you and everyone here accept me, accept us is a blessing. and not just that, even the staff and fans like me so that counts for something, right?”

felix gives you a warm smile and nod. “of course darling.”

“y’know, if you ever need someone to talk to, we're all here for ya, yn.” you look up at chan as the rest of the members nod their heads and mumble in agreement.

“if you need a time out, my door is always open for you. we can read or create some art together.” hyunjin grins.

“or i can take you out to a really good Korean BBQ!” changbin gives you a goofy grin. you look around at everyone as your heart swells with love and admiration for everyone.

“we all care and love you yn.” jisung speaks from the side and squeezes your shoulder. your eyes well with tears, happy tears, as the amount of love you currently feel is overpowering.

“thank you everyone.” you choke out and furiously blink back the tears. felix laughs and gives your cheek a gentle peck.

“alright guys.” chan bellows out with a clap of his hands. “enough chit chat. we have practice!” 

the many groans and sighs of the members makes you laugh. chan chuckles softly and rolls his eyes.

“the quicker we practice, the sooner we can leave the building and call it a day!” chan encourages. with a mumble, everyone puts down their cups and stretches in front of the mirrors. you're quick to stand on your feet and as you're about to walk to the side to sit and watch, Felix pulls you in close by the waist.

“sure you're ok, baby girl?” he whispers. you giggle and nod your head, acknowledging the flutter in your core from the nickname. 

“i’ll be ok, daddy.” you whisper as you stroke his cheek. felix hums softly and kisses your lips gently. it's short of a simple peck with it slowly turning into a slow and passionate make-out session.

a cough from the side causes you both to sheepishly pull away from one another. chan staring at felix in an authorized way which makes you both feel like two kids being told off.

“i’ll just.. go over here.” you mumble before giggling as you walk to the wall and sit on the floor. felix nods and clears his throat, his cheeks a noticeable beet red as he joins the rest of the members.

“done sucking the face off yn?” jisung asks in a playful yet mocking tone. felix gently shoves jisung by the shoulder which causes him to stumble into minho and laugh.

“shut up.” felix mumbles, clearly embarrassed. jisung gives him a cheeky wink before getting into position for dance practice.

as the music blares and the members dance, you take the time to look at your university schedule. you cheer to yourself as you see you don't have much left to do before a week break, a break in which you can hopefully spend with felix.

once done, you browse on your phone for a little while before getting bored and deciding to watch the members dance. their fluid motions paired with the playfulness and changbin scream every once in a while makes you proud to be part of something. you love felix but you also love the guys just as much. they have welcomed you with open arms and with love. they’re your family.

every now and then, you and felix make eye contact. he winks and blows you a kiss to which you catch and blow one back before you both grin. minho starts complaining about seungmin making a small mistake to which seungmin argues back. it's a playful, light hearted argument, but that doesn't stop chan from stepping in and ‘breaking up’ the small dispute (with a big grin on his face)

you grab your phone and open up the camera app to take a video once everyone becomes serious again. you take a fifteen second video of the group, the first few minutes being serious before it all collapses and they’re back to being their chaotic self again. you laugh as you watch the video back before posting it on your tiktok account captioned “behind the scenes. can’t even be serious for fifteen seconds before erupting into chaos! 😂” 

comments and likes come flooding in. you read the comments, smiling to yourself. one thing you have been terrified of since coming out to the public about you and felix, is how the fans would take it. you feel warm to know that the fans welcome you and accept you as well as accepting the relationship you both have. of course, there were a few over the top fans in the very beginning that tried to cancel you and the relationship as well as spewing hateful words at you, but with felix’s reassurance (and the members) you soon learnt to ignore them and not give them the attention they want. soon enough, the hate died down.

“hey yn!” you look up from your phone and smile as stray kids manager approaches you. he squats down to your level, a mask covering the lower portion of his face. he adjusts it before speaking again. “you want to get into graphic design and vlogging, right?”

you lock your phone and place it beside you as a sign of respect and manners before replying. “yes. graphic design is what im studying right now and vlogging is a small side hobby of mine. why?”

“i have a favor to ask you. if it’s ok with you, do you think you could be able to film a behind the scenes for the next skz talker?” your eyes widen a little. excitement bubbles in your stomach.

“of course! but why me? what happened to the usual camera man that films them?” 

the manager rubs the back of his neck before sighing softly. “unfortunately, they're sick and will be for a while it seems.”

“oh. im sorry to hear that.” you frown “but i will happily take the opportunity!”

“brilliant! is it ok if i have your number? just so i can text you the location and plans. business only.” he laughs.

you chuckle softly and nod, telling him your phone number. you watch him take it down in his phone before sending you a quick whatsapp message. you save his number to your phone before standing up as he does.

“wait. aren't the boys scheduled to go to Tokyo for the next talker episode?” you realize, brows furrowed together. the manager nods.

“yes. that's why we need you and that's why the main camera man can't clearly fly when he is sick.”

“but.. that's in a few days and i don't have a ticket..” realization dawn's on you. too caught up in the excitement, you failed to see the bigger problem – you're a broke adult who is at university and can't afford a plane ticket in time.

the manger rolls his eyes and laughs softly. “don’t worry about that yn. leave that to me. just make sure you have a passport and it's in date and make sure your case is packed,.”

“are you sure?” 

“positive. we really need someone yn and you're the first person that came into mind. leave everything else to me.”

you nod as the excitement returns. you trust the manager knows what he is doing so you put all your faith into him.

“thank you so much! i am in your care!” you give him a wide, toothy grin that makes your cheeks hurt before bowing out of politeness.

he hums before bowing and laughing softly. “i trust you will do well, yn. thank you again.” 

you nod before watching him walk out of the studio. you squeal a little to yourself before clapping your hands excitedly before sitting down. felix watched the whole interaction between you both and is curious as ever to know what was said to give you that grin, but alas, practice must come first.

“alright everyone. let's take a quick water break. wipe the sweat of your brows and rehydrate.” 

everyone disburses, chests heaving up and down as the sounds of panting fills the air along with the musk scent of sweat and body spray. felix walks over to you, towel around his shoulders as he dabs his sweaty forehead with the end. 

“hey baby girl.” you look up at him and beam brightly at him. 

“hey. how was practice?” felix sits next to you with a groan. he leans back against the way, legs spread out in front of him. jisung walks to felix, handing him an ice cold bottle of water. water droplets and condensation drip down the sides of the bottle as felix opens it and takes a massive gulp.

jisung sits opposite you, water bottle in one hand, towel in another.

“practice was.. well –”

“brutal? tiring?” jisung laughs as he finishes off felix's sentence. felix hums and nods in agreement as minho walks behind jisung and gentle taps him on the shoulder. he hands him a tissue to which jisung takes and presses it against his forehead, mimicking minho's habit.

“well, seems like you're all going to be busy for a while.” you say with a pout. felix hums and pouts also.

“‘m sorry darling. i promise to video call you and text you every day when im away!” 

you look up at him and grin. “oh, that won't be necessary.”

jisung and felix exchange confusing looks before looking at you, encouraging you to continue and wondering what you mean.

“why not?” 

“well, you saw the manager come and talk to me, right?” felix nods. “well, looks like i will be coming with you all!”

“wait, reallly?!” felix's face lights eyes, his eyes shining bright with excitement as he sits up straight

“you’re looking at the new, and temporary, camera women! i was asked to film some behind the scenes content for skz talker!”

“are you joking right now?!” you shake your head no as felix engulfs you into a big hug. jisung smiles and pats your shoulder.

“congratulations yn. look forward to seeing what you put out! i’m super proud of you.” 

“thank you, ji! means a lot to me.” you manage to say as you're currently being squeezed to death by your proud boyfriend.

“this is a dream come true for you yn! i’m so proud of you and excited too!” felix let's you go for a brief second for you to breath.

“thank you, lix.” you mumble, suddenly feeling bashful and shy. he kisses your cheek gently.

“i guess we should start packing. the trip is only a few days away!” 

“yeah.. i can already feel the stress!” you grumble which makes felix laugh and pat your head.

“don’t worry yn. i’m here and i can help you pack. plus, it's only for a few days so you don't need to pack that much, just the necessities!”

“i know i know but it's the stress and anxiety of going on a trip. it's the whole process!”

“mhm, i get ya yn.” you look at jisung, “the packing and then the panicking of ‘where is my passport?’ and ‘do i have the ticket?!’ and then when you get there, there is the stress of going through security check and the photographers and–”

“oh fuck. i forgot about the huge crowds. all the people that will be there to see you guys.” felix takes you now clammy hands into his as the colour drains from your cheeks.

“hey, you'll be ok yn. me, ji, chan, binnie, hyun – all of us will be there for you if needed.”

“but–”

“shh. i know darling but you will be ok, i promise you.”

“just do what i do yn. put on some noise cancelling earphones, a big hoodie so you can put the hood over your head and earphones and just cling onto one of us. it helps calm the anxiety down.” jisung smiles softly at you as you nod slowly.

“we can always take panda with you.” felix speaks softly. panda is you pocket sized plush that you squeeze when feeling any sort of negative emotions. you mainly use it for when you're feeling anxious and squeezing/cuddling it helps you a lot.

“really?” you ask hopefully.

“of course darling! he's small enough to be put in your carry on bag so you can take him through security and onto the plane with you.”

“i’d like that a lot, lix..” you mumble. felix kisses your forehead gently.

“no use thinking about it now darling. that's tonight's problem.”

“yeah, you're right lix.” you grin before kissing him gently and standing up.

“where are you going?”

“going to tell chan and everyone the good news!” you grin before rushing off. jisung and felix watch you be surrounded by the members, all of them hugging you and looking ecstatic in the news.

felix feels a sense of pride and love welling up in his body. he's so glad that everyone has accepted the relationship between the two of you. truth be told, even if they didn't accept, felix wouldn't have listened and would've ran away with you.

but he's glad it never came to that because not only do you have a loving boyfriend but also friends that consider you family and that couldn't make felix any happier.

[hyunnows]

WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? | 18

After a year abroad, Hwang Hyunjin comes back different. Much to your dismay, the change isn't only on the outside.

★𓂃 PAIRING(S) | Hyunjin x reader, ft Jisung x reader ★𓂃 THEMES | jerk!hyunjin, slowburn <3, friends to frenemies to lovers kinda?, f2l, buzz cut and mullet hyunjin, buff!hyunjin, ft other members ★𓂃 WORD COUNT | 2k ★𓂃 RATING | pg13 ★𓂃NOTE | IM SORRY ITS SO LATE! I’ve been having a decently rough time these past couple months, but I managed to finish this for now. Hopefully next week I’ll have the other part. Thank you to everyone who reached out one way or another, i appreciate it and I’m glad you love this story so much. Please enjoy and have a great day/night <3

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You’ve spent the last three days avoiding Hyunjin. It’s been hard, seeing him in class and doing everything to avoid contact. Leaving before he has the chance to get out of his seat. Arriving to class just in time so that he can’t catch you before the lecture starts. You don’t think you’ve ever speed walked this much in your life either. 

You should have just blamed the damn alcohol.

For some reason, though, you didn’t. Instead you forgot all about the easy out you had and immediately jumped to the awkward I really don’t want to talk about what I did so I’m going to treat you like the plague method. And you know Hyunjin has noticed—there’s no way he hadn’t with how he kept trying to disrupt your schedule and catch you off guard, and you managed to dodge it every time with incredible luck. Where was this last semester when he was making every day hell for you?

You’re pretty sure you’re in the clear, touching up your mascara while you chat with Felix by the fountain in the courtyard. No Hyunjin in sight. “I don’t know. I mean, Jisung is really nice, he’s cute too. I don’t think he’ll be a bad date at all.”

Felix nods at your words, taking them in with an open mind as he gulps down his yogurt. “I don’t think he would be either… what I would really be worrying about, is if you’re going to be a bad date.”

You blink away the bit of product that made it’s way into your eye at the surprise statement your best friend just made. “Why would I be a bad date?”

Felix finishes his last bit of his yogurt, lightly patting his chest to help him get the rather large bite get down his throat. “Well I mean, you’re like, not into him like that.” 

“What do you mean? I’m like,” you stutter in hesitation. Maybe you didn’t have the fattest crush on Jisung, but the guy did make you feel things sometimes. “I’m like, super into him. He’s the only guy I’ve been into for a while, actually.”

“Yeah, o-kay,” Felix scoffs, pushing himself off the fountain to make his way towards a recycling bin. “Because you just stare at Hyunjin with longing eyes platonically.”

“I do not stare at him longingly!” You squeak, fighting any sort of blush. Why the hell would he say that—let alone out in the open like this?

He smirks at you as he tosses his yogurt cup into the nearest bin like a basketball, looking like he’d gained something from your statement. “But you do stare at him. Maybe its not really a longing thing, but you look at him like you want to eat him. Or even, like you want him to eat you.”

“Felix don’t say that, that sounds so wrong.” You shake your head at him, ignoring the heat rising in your face. “Plus, that’s not true. You have to quit this, I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. I’m going on a date—”

“You’re going on a date?”

Speak of…

“Oh, hey Hyunjin,” Felix waves, like he wasn’t just saying incredibly dangerous things about your relationship with the guy. 

“Hey Felix. [Y/N], you have a date?”

“I uh,” you  st art, not ready to finish the sentence. Instead, you hold your phone toward your face like a mirror again, pretending to still be fixing your makeup. “I have to go! See you later!”

“Wait—” Hyunjin tries, but your speeding away, still pretending to be applying mascara. You see Felix put a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder through your screen.

“Who is she going out with?” You can hear Hyunjin ask, his voice confused and even a bit upset. Maybe because you’ve been avoiding him. That has to be it.

Felix mumbles out an answer, but you’re too far to hear it now. Did he tell him? Does it even matter? Why can’t Hyunjin know about your date with Jisung? Why don’t you want to tell him?

——

The café is mostly empty, save for the low murmur of laptop clicks and coffee machines hissing steam behind the counter. You’re sat across from Jisung, a warm cup of chai in your hands—you’re trying to cut back on caffeine—your knees are brushing under the table. Its nice, the atmosphere, with him. He’s mid-sentence, laughing nervously in a way that makes you wish your stomach would flip for him.

Not even the way it does for…

You just want it to flutter, really.

“You know, you look really pretty today,” he barely gets out.

You smile, holding your drink closer to your frame as you try to ground yourself. No matter how much of a good, relaxing time you should be having, you feel like something’s wrong. Like you’re doing something wrong. The worst part is, you feel like you know why. “Thank you Jisung. You looked good too!”

And you mean it too. You don’t often see Jisung wearing anything other than a sweater that swallows him whole, so a t shirt that actually fits his frame properly and the jewelry thats not covered by a hood or sleeves is pretty refreshing. He blushes at your words, his hand rubbing his neck as he tries to fight the nerves threatening to take over. “Thanks, I wasn’t sure if I looked silly, to be honest.”

You stifle a laugh, bringing your coffee to your lips. It burns your mouth a bit, but any sensation is a distraction from the turmoil in your stomach. “No, it looks good. I didn’t know you owned anything in your size.”

Jisung can’t help but ease up a bit at that, rolling his eyes at your words. It’s not the way Hyunjin does it but… what are you talking about?

”Yeah yeah, you got me.”

Things loosen up a bit after that, the fog in your mind clearing up a little, and Jisung’s attitude shifting to a more comfortable one that makes you almost forget why you’d been biting the inside of your cheek the past quarter hour. 

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. 

The little cafe’s door chime rings as he walks in, your head turning instinctively to look at the sound. He seems like he hadn’t meant to see you two there, but the pause in his step when he spots you says otherwise. His brows twitches just slightly before smoothing into something unreadable.

Hyunjin.

Too strong, too tall, too handsome Hyunjin who just can’t let you focus on your date with Jisung is at the cafe. 

You watch as he orders his drink quickly. Too quickly, like he has something to get to. And then, instead of waiting off to the side, he made his way over to your table. Did Felix tell him you were going to be here? Oh you’re going to kill him—

“Didn’t expect to see you two here,” he said casually, eyes flicking between you two, lips pursed in a way that lets you know he isn’t pleased, but you can’t help but think he looks childish while doing it. 

You straighten in your seat, standing your ground. Too much about his approach feels like a challenge. “It’s a café, not a secret club.”

Hyunjin lets out a dry laugh. “Right. Just… didn’t realize this was a thing now.” His dramatic hands gesturing to you and Jisung in a ridiculous way. You can’t believe he’s really doing this right now.

Jisung shifts awkwardly, his hands dropping off th edge of the table into his lap. Poor guy. “We just… thought we’d hang out. It’s not—” he started, then stopped himself. “Well, I mean, it is but we didn’t hide it from you on purpose or anything. I-I mean we don’t really talk and it's our first one s-so…”

Hyunjin looks at him then—really looks—and something unreadable passes through his eyes. Then they jump to you. “Maybe.”

”Hyunjin, do you have to do this right now?” You all but groan. Can’t he just let you have this? Whatever it is?

“I didn’t mean to crash your party,” he says, almost mockingly. “I just didn’t know… that you were into Jisung. He’s not really what I’d expect from you.”

The silence after that hung heavy, awkward, and unmistakably angry.

Your face scrunches, eyebrows tensed and eyes squinting from his sheer audacity. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hyunjin opens his mouth, then closes it again, as if your tone had snapped him back into his right mind. God, what is he doing? He’s not supposed to be like this anymore. “No—no, I didn’t mean it like that. He’s great, you’re great, man—” he falters, then tries again. “It’s just… kind of sudden is what I meant.”

You stare him down, telepathically threatening him to ‘cut it out’, but he continues in an attempt to sound a little nicer. “I’m not trying to be a dick. I just—” He turns to you, expression softer now, more confused than anything. “I guess I didn’t know things had changed this much.”

“Can you just go?” You force out in the nicest tone you can manage. He looks full of regret, and maybe even fear for the consequences that follow regardless of his next move.

The barista calls out Hyunjin’s name. His face remains that of confusion as he goes to retrieve his drink, before he stops at your table one more time. 

“Sorry… see you around,” he mutters, hopefully full of guilt and embarrassment for the behavior he’d just displayed.

As he walks away, Jisung finally glanced up.

“You know, you have this look when you see him, no matter how you’re feeling.” he tries quietly. You can tell he doesn’t want to mess this up. “Like you're want something from him, for him to say or do something.”

“What are you talking about?” You question, still a little upset that Hyunjin had to come and ruin the mood.

“… When I asked you to go out with me, that night, I thought you would say no,” he lets out a laugh, staring at your hands, his eyes dimming. “Even that night, I knew I couldn’t compete with what you two had—-have… I just couldn’t not give it a shot.”

“Jisung…” You frown, starting to see where this is going. You can like Jisung, you aren’t into Hyunjin, you swear internally. Too bad you can’t seem to convince yourself either.

“I really like you, [Y/N],” his doe eyes staring into yours with more confidence than you’ve ever seen in them. “Which is why I think this is our last date. It’ll only hurt worse in the long run, and I can’t keep you from wanting him, even if I really want to.”

“I…” you what?

He smiles again, biting his lip nervously just a little bit, but it's just enough to pull at your heart strings. “It’s okay… I just want to finish my last date with you with my arm around you, is that okay?”

Goodness, he’s corny, but it's part of his charm.  You can’t help but give in, which is how the two of you wind up by the Han river, where you could swear everything between you and Hyunjin really changed. Except today, you don’t wish the guy you’re with would just kiss you. 

“So should I pick a fight with him or something now, for stealing my date?” Jisung jokes, backing away from you a bit, his grip loosening around your shoulders.

You shake your head, a little embarrassed by the implications, but can you really fight them anymore? “Yeah, give him a good liver punch for emotional damages to us both.” You crack a smile. 

It’s odd for you to think, that if you had met Jisung before Hyunjin’s return, you would have probably liked him more. That this woudn’t be your last date. Everything about him reminds you of what had you fawning over Hyunjin when you were younger. Now… something about it just doesn’t make your heart race or cheeks flush. 

Maybe Hyunjin was right. You have changed. 

You see a flash of him in your mind, spiky grown out buzz and punk rock clothes hanging off his frame with that damn all too confident smile.

Maybe your taste has too, unfortunately.

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[straykidsland]

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[kpop---scenarios]

Secrets

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Summary: You and Minho had been hooking up in secret for a while. You wanted more but does he?

Warning: Smut [18+ ONLY. MDNI. Unprotected fucking, creampie, mentions of choking.]

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: @igot7bulletproofmonstas has been on a little Minho kick lately, so surprise, finished it just to make you suffer!

“Do we really have to keep this a secret?” You ask Minho, slipping your shirt back onto your body. You can hear Minho from behind you, sighing from the other side of the bed, no answer for you yet.

“I mean, is it really such a big deal for people know we fuck sometimes?” You ask, now pulling your pants back onto your body. You're still waiting for an answer from him, but he gives you nothing. You finish getting dressed in silence, checking the time on your phone to make sure you weren't going to be late for class and at this rate, you definitely were going to be late.

“I gotta go.” You sigh. “Good talk.” You mumble to finish, standing up to walk out of his room. He grabs your wrist, spinning you around, pulling you into him, the palm of your hand landing on his chest. “Friends fucking makes things complicated.” He murmurs. “Let's just keep it between us, until we know what exactly this is, okay?” He asks. He stares at you, a small smirk on his lips, and damn, he makes your heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“Okay.” You whisper. He leans down, placing his lips gently on yours.

“Now get going or you're going to be really late.” He says, giving you a wink and releasing his grip on your wrist.

*

You had been attracted to Minho from the moment you spotted him a few years ago. Your friend group had conveniently become friends with his group and you all became pretty inseparable. Always hanging out with any free time, dinners, drinking, partying. You had wanted him to kiss you or make a move, but that never happened, not until just two months ago when the two of you drunkenly hooked up one night and decided to continue it even while sober. Only occasionally though, with absolutely no feeling involved whatsoever.

Except there were feelings on your side, and the feelings came on quite quickly for you, even though you internally protested against them. You didn't want to be falling for him, but here you were, sitting in your Law class, daydreaming about what it would be like to be in a relationship with Minho. You wanted it, you wanted it all, with him but you would never tell him. At least not unless he confessed to you first. You had done the whole ‘confessing to your crush’ when you were in high school and it ended very badly for you, leaving you humiliated.

Before you knew it, class was over and you hadn't heard a single thing that your professor had said. He could have been telling you about something extremely important, and you would have zero clue, but currently you didn't care. The more you saw Minho and had these nights, or morning, daytime quickies, whatever it was, the deeper you were falling and you knew it was going to bring you trouble. You just had no idea what kind of trouble it was going to bring.

**

“Are you sure I can't set you up with someone?” Your friend, Jennie groans. “I hate seeing you alone when we go out.” She pouts.

“I promise you, I'm good.” You laugh. “I don't really want to date anyone right now.”

Which wasn't a total lie. You didn't want to date anyone, you just wanted to date one specific person. But you'd never tell her that, not because you didn't want to tell her about Minho, but because it would lead to a whole lot of questions that you truthfully didn't have the answer for, not to mention the fact that Jennie was probably the worst secret keeper out of everyone. Within a few hours of her learning the secret, it would be out to everyone.

“Fine.” She mumbles. "At least dance with someone or something tonight, please!”

“Yeah yeah.” You laugh. “We'll see.”

The two of you finish getting ready, leaving the apartment to meet your friends at a club, which was pretty typical for Saturday nights.

Once the two of you were inside, you both got a drink from the bar before heading over to the large booth that had everyone there, including Minho, and damn, he looked good.

“Finally!” Lisa yells, taking a shot. She slides two towards you and Jennie, yelling at the two of you to take them. Everyone else had been slamming drinks so you and Jennie needed to play catch up. You both chugged your drinks, and took your shots before scooting into the booth with the rest of your friends.

After a few more rounds, everyone was ready to hit the dance floor. Jennie and Lisa tried to drag you onto the floor with them, Chan, Jeongin and Hyunjin but you weren't quite ready yet. Minho had also declined for the moment, and you wanted to take this opportunity to see if he wanted to hook up again tonight.

“You don't want to dance?” He asks, whispering in your ear. The sound of his voice, and the feeling of his breath sent shivers down your spine.

“Not yet.” You say back to him, letting your lips graze his ear. “What are you doing after this?” You ask.

“I don't know yet.” He chuckles, knowing exactly what you wanted him to say.

“How about me?” You whisper into his ear.

He doesn't respond. You lean back, looking at him, and he's avoiding eye contact with you.

“What?” You yell over the music.

“I'm worried you're catching feelings.” Minho yells. You can feel your face heating up. How did he know? You needed to play it cool. You didn't want to lose this.

“Me?” You scoff. “Absolutely not.”

“Y/N… come on.” He says.

Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was because you were over being a secret, who knew but before your brain could process, your mouth decided to admit it.

“Yeah, okay, I have. You're telling me that you haven't?" You ask.

“I haven't. And this is exactly why it needs to end now.”

“What if I don't want it to end?” You ask.

“It doesn't matter what you want or don't want. I was very clear from the beginning this was just sex.”

“Yeah I'm well aware of that, but I can't help how I feel.” You respond.

“Maybe you can't but I can.” He says. Before you can respond, an attractive woman walks up to the table, looking at Minho.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hi.” He smiles back. “Wanna dance?”

She nods her head yes.

“Can you scooch Y/N, so I can get out?” he asks.

You can feel the tears coming.

“You're really gonna do this?” You ask.

“Y/N. “ He deadpans. “Move.”

Without a word you move out of the booth, letting him slide out. He takes the woman's hand, leading her to the dance floor, leaving you by yourself.

“Fuck him.” You mumble, stomping towards the bar. You order a few shots, downing them within seconds of each other. You don't think as you walk towards the dance floor, grabbing the first hot guy you see and drag him to the dance floor. You're near Jennie and the rest of your friends, including Minho. You try not to look at him while you grind your ass on the man's crotch, his hands roaming your body. His hands move up over your curves, over the sides of your breasts and back down. You glance over at Jennie who's cheering you on, and then at Minho, who is still dancing with the woman, but his eyes are solely focused on you and what you were doing. He looked pissed while you shaked your ass on the man. You give Minho a little smirk before turning around, wrapping your arms around the man's neck. Minho didn’t want you? Fine, you were going to get over him by getting under someone else. The man's hands move down your back, landing on your ass. He squeezes as you keep dancing, looking up at him. He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you. Just as your lips were about to touch, he was pushed away from you. Before you could react, there was a hand around your wrist, dragging you away from the dance floor and the man.

Seconds later you're dragged into the men's bathroom, and pushed against the wall. Minho’s hand wrapped around your throat, his face only inches from yours.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” He snaps.

“What? You said it was over. I was just moving on.” You spit.

“So fucking quickly? And with a fucking random guy?”

“What's the difference between you moving on with a random girl?” You ask.

Minho lets go of your throat, turning around to put some distance between the two of you.

“The only reason I went with her was to try to get you out of my fucking head.” He sighs. “I can't stop thinking about you, I'm fucking falling in love with you and I don't want to.”

“Why didn't you just say that?”

“Because! This was supposed to be no feelings.”

“You have feelings. I have feelings. So what are you gonna do about it?” you ask.

“Nothing.” He grumbles, running his hand through his hair.

“Fine. I'm going to see if that guy is still available.” You huff, beginning to walk out of the bathroom. He grabs your wrist again.

“Absolutely not. You're mine.” He spits, pushing you against the wall once again. But this time, his lips connect to yours. You had kissed him many times before, but this time felt different. Better than any other time. Minho moves his hands around your body, breaking the kiss so his lips leave kisses all over your neck and collarbone as he hikes up your dress. His fingers move your panties to the side before he gently circles around your clit. You moan into his ear as your knees buckle.

“Minho.” You gasp, desperate for more.

“Shh, baby girl.” He whispers, before he slides two fingers deep into your pussy.

“Fuck.” You gasp, bucking your hips slightly. He slowly moves his fingers in and out of you, your hands gripping at his shirt.

“My god... please fuck me, Minho. I need you.” You beg. Minho pulls his fingers out of you, while you struggle to unbuckle his belt. Your hands were shaking, desperate to release his cock. You finally pull his pants down just enough to let his large, thick, veiny cock spring free. You wrap your hand around him, slowly pumping his cock, making him moan for you. Minho moves his hands under your thighs, picking you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He uses both hands to tear your panties off your body, dropping them to the floor. His lips crash into yours as he lines himself up with you, slowly pushing his cock into you, stretching out your cunt.

“Fuck. You're so fucking.. tight.” He groans, shoving himself into you as far as he could. He pushes you into the wall harder as he thrusts into you. His fingertips dig into your thighs as he holds onto you tightly while he fucks you.

You moan loudly into his ear, your breathy moans making his eyes roll back into his head. Your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock. With each thrust, your clit was being rubbed in the perfect way, your orgasm building so quickly. You wanted to last longer but fuck this was so fucking hot you couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Shit.. I'm gonna cum.” You cry, your orgasm exploding through your body faster than you expected. Minho thrusts harder and faster, working towards his own release. You clench your cunt around him each time he thrusts back in, making him groan.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” He spits, his own orgasm exploding through his body as he releases spurts of his load deep inside you, coating your walls.

You breathe heavily as Minho pulls out of you, laughing while he tucks his cock back into his pants and you adjust your dress and now lack of panties.

“So… what now?” You ask, anxiety pulsating through your body.

“Now you're mine.” He answers.

“So no more secrets?” You ask.

“No more secrets.” He smiles, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the bathroom, ready to finally tell the world you were his.

[hyuneskkami]

𓂃﹙𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄﹚─── ﹕☆ ៹ 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝓔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . 合 ★

❛ 𝓢𝐘𝐍. ❜ silly dates with your children. [chan & jeongin separate]

❛ 𝓦𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒+𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. ❜ sosososo fluffy ⠀·⠀ no warnings it’s js cute af 😙🩷 ⠀·⠀⠀name of the child is mentioned (consider as oc?) bc it’s awkward to write ‘your daughter’ EVERY SINGLE line 😭 ⠀·⠀⠀ateez!wooyoung mentioned in jeongin’s ⠀·⠀⠀idol!reader 🤍

❛ 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. ❜ feeding my dad!skz delusions w this ⠀·⠀⠀lwk i LOVE domestic!skz it just fills my heart 🫶 ⠀·⠀⠀gonna write a pt 2 with two more members trust ⭐️ ⠀·⠀⠀also lwk i had just started writing this and then i saw the skz code teaser and i was like THAT’S SO CUTE 😭

❛ 𝓦𝐂. ❜ 1.4k

chan ⭑ ft. your daughter, aeri. ꒰ idol!reader ꒱

“aeri-ya, come here,” he picked your daughter up and placed her on his lap. “appa’s got to work for a bit, and then he’ll give you cuddles and a good night story, all right? we’ll go home soon, i promise. i’m sorry you’re here late because of me,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her temple, turning back to his laptop to continue working on the unfinished track.

aeri giggled and placed both her hands on chan’s cheeks, and turned his face towards her. “appa!” she squeezed his cheeks and tumbled forward to press a wet kiss to his forehead.

chan sighed, melting into her, pulling her closer. “how can i work when my pretty little girl is distracting me like this? your eomma’s the same!” he pretended to complain, smiling at aeri.

she giggled again, as he turned the chair around to look at you sleepily scrolling through reels on your phone. you had told him to let you take care of aeri, but he insisted you both come to the studio and relax, maybe even sleep, if possible. the couch was wide enough for you and aeri.

he didn’t want you to overwork yourself while looking after your daughter alone. he wanted to help.

you looked up from your phone, and smiled softly at your chan and aeri.

he could see the tiredness in your face without looking twice. he knew you were pushing yourself to the edge with how much you stayed in the practice rooms for your group’s latest comeback. he loved that you choreographed the group’s dances, but in this moment, he kind of hated it because it meant you had to work extra hard.

he pulled his chair closer to the table, after watching you fall asleep slowly. he gently placed aeri beside the console and made sure she was comfortable, before he stood up and walked over to where you fell asleep on the couch. he adjusted your legs so you could lay comfortably.

“i love you,” he whispered.

he covered you with his jacket, and an extra blanket that he kept at the studio for exactly this reason. he kissed your cheek and moved a strand of your hair away from your face, before going back to aeri.

“aeri-ya, let’s quickly finish this track, okay? c’mon, you can help me,” he said, bringing her back into his lap.

“surprise eomma! with song!” she said. without waiting for his response, she started pushing buttons and moving sliders on the console.

chan paused for a moment before realising that whatever his daughter was doing was… working. lyrics flowed through his brain freely, allowing him to complete his unfinished track, as aeri continued playing with the console.

after a few more minutes of working on it, he clapped his hands once, signalling the end of it. aeri squealed, as if she understood.

she pointed at the mic in the recording booth, and then to herself. she even glared at chan to convince him, as if to say: ‘let me record a song too!’

he laughed at her, and nodded solemnly. “yes, master.” he giggled at her, picking her up. he opened the door to the recording booth, and placed her on a tiny chair, which was usually used to keep water bottles. he adjusted the mic to practically reach the floor her height. she nodded happily, and shooed chan away. he smiled and put the huge headphones on her head.

then, he laughed quietly, raising his hands in surrender. he moved back to the console, closing the door to the recording booth. he could see aeri if he leaned forward in his chair, which was the position he stayed in. he pressed play on the random beats aeri had been playing with.

music filled the room and aeri started giggling and saying stuff. chan could hear her squeals just from looking at her. he picked up his headphones and put them on as his daughter’s voice filled his head.

“eomma! appa! aeri! love!” she said, giggling. she placed both her hands on her own cheeks, squishing them together. it seemed to be her favourite action. “love! love!” she repeated, in-tune with the song she had just produced by mistake.

“aeri-ya, where did you learn that word?” he interrupted her while laughing.

“appa! you? eomma?” she said, eyes wide with glee. chan assumed she’d heard it all the times he’d said it to you, as well as to your daughter.

jeongin ⭑ ft. your daughter, nari. ꒰ idol!au ꒱

“stwawbewwy?” she repeated.

“strawberry,” jeongin corrected softly.

“st..raw..bewwy!”

“close enough,” he smiled at your daughter, picking her up from the floor where she was playing with her toys. “c’mon nari, let’s go to the supermarket with eomma! i’ll show you strawberries today.”

“soop..maawket?”

“yes, that,” he laughed, adjusting her in his arms. he turned towards you, looking at you finding your accessories and phone before walking towards him.

“sorry, i was getting my rings on,” you smiled sheepishly.

“don’t apologise,” he smiled softly. “i love your fashion, and i do hope nari’s inherited both of our styles,” he laughed.

“fashun!” nari repeated. you both laughed and nodded your heads. she was too cute to correct.

“oh, i was thinking… can she try strawberries today?” jeongin asked you slowly as you slipped two of his rings onto his fingers.

“oh my god, yes! i really wanna see if she’s got our strawberry-loving genes,” you said excitedly.

“that’s one of the top ten weirdest sentences i’ve ever heard you say,” jeongin laughed, pulling you closer by your waist. he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, and you couldn’t help but melt into him.

nari started fidgeting in his other hand, scratching against his bicep. “appa! stawbewwy!” she reminded. “eomma kissy after!” you both burst out laughing, apologising to your daughter.

“yes, nari-ya, your highness, we’ll go to your strawberries first,” you teased her. she smiled satisfactorily, wrapping her arms around jeongin’s neck and falling forward to nuzzle her face into his neck.

“she hugs exactly like you,” he said, bringing up the way you found comfort while hiding your face in his neck all the time. “it runs in the blood.”

you swatted his shoulder lightly. “whatever. you love it!”

“that i do.” he held your hand in his unoccupied one. the two of you stumbled out of the door with your daughter giggling excitedly in jeongin’s arms.

you locked the door behind you with your free hand, and pushed the keys into jeongin’s pocket.

“let’s gwo!” nari said, pumping up a hand in the air repeatedly.

“let’s give her to wooyoung and make her dance to adrenaline,” you joked.

“woo!” nari exclaimed, recognising the name. “ajhussi!”

“he’s gonna cry when he hears what she just called him,” jeongin cackled.

after a while, you took nari into your arms to give jeongin a rest. he argued that she weighed nothing, but you insisted… and how could he say no to his pretty wife?

upon reaching the supermarket, jeongin stole your daughter from you, making a beeline towards the strawberries. you laughed at them, taking out your phone to record nari’s first ever strawberry reaction video.

jeongin bought two packs of strawberries, paying for them quickly. nari was jumping around in his arms, buzzing with excitement. they looked like an ‘evil villain and his little evil helper’ duo, you couldn’t even unsee it anymore.

unwrapping the plastic cover with top speed, jeongin sat down on a bench in the park outside the market. he placed nari on his lap, making sure she wouldn’t fall backwards. she even held onto his wide shoulders for safety.

he holds up a single strawberry to the light, hoping to make it look cinematic but nari just stole it from his hands and took a small bite from the corner.

“ew!” her face exploded in disgust first. her nose scrunched sharply, eyebrows furrowing at the same time. her eyes were almost invisible with the way she was squinting.

you swear you’d never laughed so hard in your life, not even when jeongin had ripped his pants trying to show you some new dance he’d learnt.

“i can’t even blame her for not liking it,” he almost cried, eating the remaining strawberry. “she’s too cute!” he groaned.

before he could place the next strawberry in his mouth, nari pulled his hand away from his mouth and stole it. she plopped the whole thing into her mouth, puffing up her cheeks to fit it.

“twasty!” she said, mouth filled with a single strawberry.

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕an. gahhh this was so cute to write <3

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕tl. @dejundesign @angelwings-fly @inejghafawifesblog @doliveiraa @fawnoverdawn @angelwings-fly @raysramblings @written-by-music

[yoongihan]

Tantalize - HHJ - Chapter Six

photo from here

pairing: half-fae hyunjin x human reader

summary: as a journalist, it's your job to keep your mind open, but when your colleague tells you the truth about his world, it's a lot to take in. especially the person he introduces you to.

genre: fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers,

rated: M

word count: 3.4k

warnings: death by familiar hands, violence, some carnage though minimal in detail, evidence of suffering, concerning dialogue during negotiations, mc asks questions all the time, remembering the events of the previous chapter

a/n: update! really didn't think i'd get to it. unbeta-d so probably a plethora of mistakes i'll hate myself for. thank you for the lovely asks and lovely comments.

dividers from @saradika-graphics

series mlist. ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4 ch. 5

Chapter Six

You've taken your fae-protection tonic that Hyunjin gives you when he stops his car at the metro station.

"This seems very un-fae-like," you comment, looking at the graffiti-ed walls and wrinkling your nose at the pungent, nonmagickal scent of urine.

"All kinds, 문외한. We are all kinds." He hands you the familiar blue glowing tonic and you gulp it down, its metallic taste familiar. He offers something else. Not a liquid, but a small compact, and when you open it, it has a thin layer of what seems like pomade.

"For my hair?" you joke, your voice wavers in the stillness of the empty station. You realize, belatedly (your reporter skills are lacking and that will not do), that you don't recognize the name of this stop. It doesn't register in your knowledge of the city.

Another pocket of otherplace, perhaps?

"Rub it on your skin," he says, stopping at the turnstiles. He swipes some of the mixture on his fingers, hovering at your neck. "It will help."

"How?"

He meets your eyes, a first in the last hour or so of preparing for the rescue mission, and driving here. Something about the intimacy you two shared has him different in his manner. He seems…nervous?

You don't dwell too much on your needy words, or desperate kisses. You know it's embarrassing to be so affected by someone you've known for such a short time. And you are…embarrassed.

But not regretful.

So you nod, giving permission. He rubs in the salve carefully. Over where your pulse flutters at his touch, soaking into the skin that his lips tasted only hours ago. He smooths it over your clavicle, fingers dipping under the collar of your shirt.

"This fae…that we seek. Her preferred environment is not earth, but water. Unless humans have evolved in the years I've been at the Court, you still require oxygen from air to live, yes?"

You make a face at him, following him through the turnstile that moves without ticket. His hand hovers over the place to scan a ticket, and lingers there as you walk through. You make note of this, to ask later.

"You can I suppose. You don't need air? I'm telling Min that you are definitely vampires."

Hyunjin hisses at the word. "They are death, undead and extremely boring, nakkeo. Do not make such associations."

You can't help but muffle a laugh at his over dramatic reaction. "Sorry?"

He shakes his head before pausing at the edge of the platform. There are no tracks below. The trench is filled with water, about half a foot high.

"This." He holds up the compact before giving it to you. Your skin has heated at the pomade or his touch. It smells like the lake you used to visit in the summer, when you were a kid and your family enjoyed each other. "Makes your skin able to take oxygen from the water."

"Like a fish?"

"More like aquatic plants. But in reverse, reverse photosynthesis."

"Hyunjin…are you a science nerd?"

He rolls his eyes and jumps lightly to the trench below. "Sit." He pats the edge of the cement.

"Why?"

"Still no trust?"

"You won't tell me things unless I ask." But you do sit. He takes the compact back from you, gathering the salve on his fingers again, this time, he puts it on your ankles and calves. "Are we going to be underwater?" Fear, real fear seizes you. You can swim, but you are very human and the idea of not being able to breathe is terrifying.

"Unlikely." He looks up at you, hand warm on your leg. "Where your skin shows, cover it in this. Where water gets to first." He does your wrists next, methodical, more clinical than seductive. "But, to use a human colloquialism, 'better safe than sorry.'" He slips the compact into your left front pocket as the right is already occupied. "My promise will not be broken again."

You slide to your feet, feeling the water soak through your shoes and socks. And touch your ankles.

"Can you feel it?" He watches you carefully. "Anything?"

The skin is still warm where he applied his balm. But as you stand there for a few seconds, you do notice how you feel a little less tired, a little less like you only had a few hours sleep.

"Yes…I…it feels good. Energizing."

"Oh. I didn't think of that. A nice side-effect." He starts down the tracks (you don't know what else to call them, despite the lack of metal). "Reapply when you can. I do not know the duration of its effectiveness."

That's not worrying.

He, and therefore you too, goes quiet as the journey continues down the long, long tunnels. The water stays around the same depth. There is minimal light from the occasional overhead florescent bulb. Minus the lack of rails and influx of water, it looks like the typical public transport system. It would match any of the stations you've seen in your years in the city.

Was it built by humans and abandoned? Or did the fae make it look unsuspect so humans wouldn't go exploring, curiosity needing satisfaction?

You occasionally hear little scurries and scratches as you walk. You hope it's rats, not something you don't know, some unhinged magickal creature that might swim and bite you, turning you into something you don't recognize.

You're mixing up vampire and fae lore again. You need to do more research.

"How much longer?" you ask, feeling not unlike a tired and whiny kid in the backseat of a car on a very long road trip.

He pauses, letting you catch up with him to stand next to him. You're a little cold, despite that it isn't really cold down here. Not in temperature.

It's atmosphere again. Like the club, with its alluring but cold scent. This is not alluring, but it's frigid.

His warmth is comforting, even in this moment.

"Close," he says before turning to you. You look up, curious. He kisses you softly. "For luck."

"For me?"

"For me." And he continues on his way, leaving you to catch up.

Once the splashes from your hurried steps fades into only quiet moving water, you understand how he knows that you're close.

There are no more scurrying sounds. The animals (or whatever creatures they were) aren't here.

It's the quiet before a storm.

"Hyunjin, my darling!"

The voice booms across the tunnel, vibrating the water at your feet. It's a mesmerizing voice. But your ears prick at its assault.

"Nam-gilnim," he replies, voice less booming.

The tunnel is ending, opening up into an intersection of three tunnels (four if you could the one you and Hyunjin traversed).

Nam-gil (you assume) stands (again you assume because half of her body is submerged in the water filling the space. It's up to your hips, the increase so slight that you only notice it now.

You wish the salve kept you warm.

She is as her voice: stunning in all matters of the word. Hair of light, skin glowing, she almost looks human, though the silver hair is too perfect to be the color of aging. Like the club patrons you saw your first night.

She's too perfect to be real.

"You never come visit me, Hyunjin, my sweet smart boy." She beckons him closer, more to the middle of the cavernous space. He glances at you before moving.

You stay where you are, taking in the surroundings, especially as she is too beautiful to look at for long periods.

And not looking at a fae is probably in your best interest anyway.

There are three other beings here, but you think there might be more. You can't explain why you think that, but the way they—the three— stand, makes you think there are people, or something in line with them, in ranks.

Is Nam-gil a general?

You see that each of the visible guards are at the mouths of the other tunnels. Is Seungmin down one of them? There is no markable difference in the three guards. All the same luminous beings who don't look strong, but you aren't stupid.

She wouldn't have weak guards.

You zero back into the dialogue between her and him.

"You know why I'm here."

"I do. And you brought a lovely gift."

You don't have to look up to know her eyes are on you. It's tempting, almost more than Hyunjin's pull the first night, to meet her gaze.

Is she of the same type of fae as Hyunjin?

You really should have done so much more research.

"She is pretty, yes," Hyunjin says. You look up, startled. You expected to hear a similar 'she is not for you' like last night. "You like her? I thought you had someone already in your vault?"

"You know he isn't enough," she says like a bored housewife. The pronoun makes your heart jump. Seungmin. It has to be Seungmin. "He's only half of what I need. And barely what I want." She shakes out her hair, the light from the glowing orbs that hang from above catching the silver, making it glimmer. "Though this one seems more of his ilk."

It means a lot that she lumps you with Seungmin, who you will always admire for so many of his qualities and gifts.

"She's more fiery, Nam-gilnim. More of what you crave."

"An exchange, my darling boy? Your lovely morsel of a human, for my halfling?" She sniffs, moving closer. You don't move though every part of you screams to flee. To run.

She stops several feet away from you. You don't think she has legs, not with how she moves in the water. Perhaps fins, or a tail?

A mermaid.

"A healthy, full human for one of my kind without even visual confirmation that he's breathing?" Hyunjin sounds harsh, unflinching. You risk a look at him. He meets your gaze. There is no fondness or even heat to comfort you.

He's more frightening than her.

Nam-gil reaches out to touch you.

"Not without confirmation, Nam-gilnim. You like fairness, you like justice."

"I like humans." Her hand is inches away and you can smell her. She doesn't smell like she looks. She smells like the sludge at the bottom of the lake, the mix of dead plants and animals left to decay in stagnant water.

You wrinkle your nose instinctually.

"Oh. Do you not like me, human?" her voice tinkles like bells. It grates. "You won't look at me? Won't see how much I desire you?"

You keep your eyes firmly at where she floats in the water. Waiting for any sudden move.

"She has no voice? Delightful, though disappointing. I do prefer the sounds of a human in distress."

"She's under my thrall."

"You thrall, Hyunjin? I thought you were above that. Just like your kin I have. Too good to take from the cattle what they so eagerly want to give?"

"She is yours if you allow her to see my kin. She will tell me the truth if he is viable or not."

She makes a sound that reminds you of that movie with the girl who wants everything, gets everything and still wants more.

"What shall we do, my beautiful boy, while she does that?"

"I'm sure we can think of something."

You force yourself not to look at him. Not to respond to the temptation in his voice. It's not unlike how he spoke to you that first time. The seduction.

"Go," she says, to you—you believe. "My guard will take you."

You glance up to see her arm gesturing toward the most left tunnel. You start that direction, halted by her hand on your arm.

"She smells a little funny, Hyunjin. Are you sure she's good?"

"I can vouch for it."

"You tasted her?"

"I didn't think you would mind. I would never bring you something that would disappoint."

"Good boy." She lets go and you walk. You don't look up at him as you pass behind him. He said to trust him, to not believe his words, but it's hard not to. Not when he sounds like he does, not when he has tasted you.

The guard floats before you, turning to lead you down the dimly lit tunnel. The water is up to your lower ribs now. Cold and you are shivering, but you hold onto the rucksack with a death grip. As you follow, you slip the compact out of your pocket, smearing what's left on your wrists and on your face.

"What is that?"

The guard's voice is an echo of Nam-gil's. Almost exact, but faded. Not as rich, or alluring. Is it her voice, just reflected in her minions?

"Something to keep me warm." You answer slowly. "I am too weak for what doesn't hinder you." You do your best to imitate how Hyunjin speaks, to sell the idea that you are under his thrall (are you? you wonder sometimes). But the guard doesn't seem as canny as the ruler of this watery place. There's a nod and you both keep walking/swimming down the long corridor.

You try to listen for voices behind you. Whatever Hyunjin might be saying, or doing to keep her interest, to distract her.

But the lilting water covers any sounds that might reach you.

You see a stronger light ahead. Green and sickly.

Your heart starts to beat faster.

You don't know what you expect. A cage, a prison of some kind. But there are no bars, no metal (lack of iron is unsurprising). A body is suspended in the water, the prison a block of water that goes above your head. You don't understand how it can do that. Take form like ice, but still be liquid.

Magic.

You're close enough now to see that it is Seungmin. Held as though there are bindings on his wrists and ankles, but no ropes or chains.

His eyes are closed. You watch his chest and shoulders for movement, for breathing. It takes too long to see, but it's there.

Slight, but there.

"You've seen." The guard says.

"I've seen, but I cannot assess," you say, realizing that your speech does sound a bit like Hyunjin's. "I must make sure for…for my master."

Oh it kills you to say it.

The guard waves you on and you take a breath, praying that the balm does its job, and walk into the wall of water.

You choke, the instinct to gasp and search for air only takes a few second (you have never tried to hold your breath for long). You look back at the guard, but they are unfazed by your struggle.

The salve warms on your skin and your panic lessens. You aren't breathing, but you aren't suffocating.

You decide not to question it.

You move through the water, too slow, but you aren't strong against the weight of it. When you are two feet away, Seungmin's eyes shoot open.

Seconds pass as he stares, as you look him up and down, trying to see if there's visible damage. Either he's fine or it's glamour that keeps you from seeing any injuries.

Through the water, you hear him say your name.

You shake your head, wanting him not to speak. Not to give anything away.

The guard speaks now. "Satisfied?"

"I cannot see all of him, held as he is. Can you release him?"

"Do you think me a fool?"

"No. I think you are of the good folk. I am no threat to you or your mistress."

Seungmin's eyes are boring into you. You would be shocked too. You've been in Hyunjin's presence for maybe forty-eight hours, but his mark on you is apparent.

You'll worry about that later.

The guard, through the water, makes a sound like a sigh, but Seungmin suddenly starts to sink, the invisible bonds undone. You reach for him, grasping his hand and pulling him to you. You hold him close, hands on his back as though looking for evidence of harm.

Neither of you is this touchy-feely with the other and under different circumstances you would laugh at how stiff he is in your arms.

"Play along," you whisper in his ear. To the guard. "May I bring him out? I can only see so much in here, my human eyes are not as strong as yours."

Flattery gets you everywhere.

The guard acquiesces and you pull Seungmin to the half-water. When you both reach air, you breath deep as he does.

"Weak," the guard scoffs.

"Indeed," you agree before lifting your eyes up to look fully at the guard. "May I bring him to show my master?"

"That was not the agreement."

"Please ask your mistress."

You feel Seungmin's trembling hand in yours. He has to stand on his on right now, and you think that it's a struggle for him. His hand is too cold for him. Too cold for anyone, half-fae or not.

The guard closes their eyes to communicate with Nam-gil, something that Hyunjin had told you about. It's not necessary, but it helps the lesser fae connect with their lieges.

You let go of Seungmin's hand a second after, pulling out the bottle from your other pocket. This elixir is not the same as the one you've ingested. It's red, a brown-red. You pop the cap, stand in front of Seungmin so nothing splashes on him.

And empty the bottle on the guard.

The eyes open, the mouth opens, but no sound comes out. You make sure the liquid hit the guard's throat first.

Iron. Liquid iron.

You grab Seungmin's hand and pull him from the guard, who writhes in agony, mouth opened in a silent scream. It is cruel and awful. You hate that you did it.

But you are not regretful.

You hear a high shriek, a horrible ear-piercing sound, but you keep moving, trudging through the water with Seungmin who drags, but does his best to keep up.

When you make it back to the main space, the water—once dark and cold—is now a color of that green light, sickly. The water is tainted with blood. Not human blood.

Fae blood.

Nam-gil lies on the water, unmoving. The other guards are fleeing, the ones you could see, and the invisible ones, now visible, scramble down the tunnels, away from the carnage in the middle of the intersection.

Hyunjin stands in the water, a sword in hand (he brought a sword? how did you miss that?). His shoulders are hunched over, his body's movement shaking from heavy breathing and something else.

You don't know what else.

"Hyunjin!" you shout, alerting him. His head shoots up and his eyes find yours. You step back, the force of that gaze jolting.

"Back the same way," he shouts back, heading toward the tunnel you came through. You move, your progress impeded by Seungmin, who is getting slower and slower.

You open your mouth to encourage your partner, or to demand Hyunjin's assistance, but he's already at your side. The sword is gone, there is a roaring sound from behind that worries you . Hyunjin lifts Seungmin and sets him over one shoulder.

"The water is enchanted," he says, huffing as you both push through. "It will destroy the remains of her territory."

You have a million questions about this, but the salve must not be working as well, because the energy you had earlier is gone.

So you keep moving, following Hyunjin with Seungmin danging over his shoulder. The roar, when you look back is rushing water, small tsunamis on their way down the other tunnels.

Hyunjin reaches back to grab you by the hand, pulling you faster than you could ever go through water.

"I am unsure how far her territory reaches, we must move faster."

You press on, the water that was once at your knees when you arrived is rising. You can't think about what could happen if you don't get past her territory. You don't think that Seungmin is too pale for words. You don't think that Hyunjin has a sword.

You don't think about the pain on the guard's face when you attacked them.

Minutes pass, maybe hours, but the water retreats. It touches your waist, then your thighs, then your ankles.

And you see the platform of the station.

ch. 7

© yoongihan 2026. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans. 

[seung-scrittore]

do you take requests for fem!readers? if so a slow morning with minho or changbin would be so cute

nah. jk! yes, absolutely! this was so cute. i absolutely adored this request & it gave me an excuse to shout from the rooftops about how i think changbin would be such a gentle boyfriend… argh. hope you enjoy, anon

stray kids — changbin x reader

g! — established-relationship!au, fluff, fluff, fluff.

you wake before him but you don’t move. the room is gray with morning and the rain is still tapping softly at the window, steady and patient like it never left. sometime in the night the storm must have eased. now it sounds thin and distant, like a memory playing itself out.

changbin’s arm is heavy across your waist. his hand rests just below your ribs, fingers curled loose in the fabric of your shirt like he fell asleep holding on and never let go.

you shift a little and he makes a quiet sound into the pillow, “don’t,” he murmurs.

“i didn’t do anything.”

his arm tightens anyway. you feel his face press into the back of your shoulder, warm breath through the cotton.

“you were leaving.”

“i was not.”

“you were thinking about it.”

you smile into the pillow. “i need coffee.”

he groans, dragging his feet against the sheets like he’s bracing himself against gravity.

“no you don’t.”

“i do.”

“stay five minutes?”

“you always say that.”

“because it works.”

his voice is rough with sleep. you feel him shift behind you, nose brushing the back of your neck. he inhales slow like he’s making sure you’re still there.

rain taps softly against the glass.

you lace your fingers through his where it rests against your stomach. his hand is warm and a little dry, thumb rubbing absently over your knuckles like he’s not fully awake.

“storm kept waking me up,” you say, “and you kept stealing the blanket.”

“lies.”

you laugh quietly and he presses closer like the sound pulled him in. “you’re warm,” he says into your shoulder.

you glance toward the edge of the bed where the floor looks cold and distant. the idea of standing up feels impossible, changbin nudges his forehead into the back of your neck. “still raining?”

“yeah.”

“good.”

“why good.”

“means you can’t leave.”

“i can leave.”

he squeezes your hand, “won’t.”

you try to roll onto your back and he lets you after a second, blinking slow when the light hits his face. his hair is flattened on one side and sticking up on the other.

he looks at you for a long quiet moment.

“hi,” he says.

“hi.”

his eyes are soft and unfocused, mouth still heavy with sleep. he drags his hand up your arm and tucks it behind your neck, pulling you closer until your foreheads bump lightly.

“five minutes,” he says again.

you close your eyes.

“okay.”

the rain keeps falling, gentle and steady.

his thumb moves back and forth along your sleeve. slow and absent and constant. after a while he says quietly, “you smell like my soap.”

“you smell like my pillow.”

“good trade.”

you hum in agreement.

his breathing evens out again but his hand keeps moving like he refuses to fully let go of being awake with you.

you know eventually you’ll get up. the coffee machine will gurgle and the rain will probably keep going and the day will start whether you want it to or not.

but for now his arm is still around you and the room is still gray and the rain is still soft and changbin’s forehead rests against yours.

so you stay.

[yoongihan]

Tantalize - HHJ - Chapter Five

photo from here

pairing: half-fae hyunjin x human reader

summary: as a journalist, it's your job to keep your mind open, but when your colleague tells you the truth about his world, it's a lot to take in. especially the person he introduces you to.

genre: fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers,

rated: M

word count: 2k

warnings: smut in the form of fingering (fem receiving), a lot of kissing, implied and spoken desires for more. consensual even tho mc isn't sure how much is fae influence or her hormones. that's about it.

a/n: thank you to the responses so far. this is a shorter piece and i don't usually title my chapters, but this one felt like it needed it. no beta so i apologize for any mistakes. enjoy!

dividers from @saradika-graphics

series mlist. ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4

Chapter Five - Interlude

You wake later disoriented and bleary. You rub your eyes and fight the quick panic at the unfamiliar surroundings. The previous night's events eventually settle in your brain and with a deep breath, your heart returns to normal.

You close your eyes, but you’re not sleepy anymore. You glance at the clock. 4pm. He should be back.

You slide out of his bed, feeling dehydrated or something. You need something. 

You open the door to the living room and see him.

He’s sprawled out on the couch, his legs too long to fit, so his feet are hanging over the arm. There’s a blanket twisted over him. You tiptoe closer to see he’s no longer in his work clothes, dressed in a faded blue t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Your heart has a little stumble at the green socked feet.

His hair has fallen over his forehead, making him seem boyish. You need to stop staring, but though your intellect reminds you that the elixir has probably run out and you should take more, you can’t make your feet move away. Your hand reaches of its own accord to brush his hair out of his eyes. The long lashes fan out on his skin and your fingers linger, reveling in the feel of his hair; soft and thick. Still mildly damp from a shower, he smells more like soap than whatever faerie scent encompasses the building.

Sleeping Beauty flashes through your mind’s eye, his lips tempting. You take a deep breath, one more pass of your hand through his hair before starting to straighten and leave him.

Your arm is grabbed and you’re yanked down and around, and before you can react (you are still half-awake) you are sitting on his legs, wrists both gripped in his hands. He sits up, breath short and eyes locked onto you.

“It’s just me,” you whisper, feeling stupid for getting caught staring at him (how moony-eyed can you be?). “Just 문외한.”

His hands loosen and his head drops as he lets out a dry chuckle. “Just 문외한.” There is a pause and you feel his legs shift restlessly under you before he raises his eyes back to yours. “Why are you up?”

“Thirsty.”

He nods slowly, his thumbs now rubbing your wrists. He looks across the room to another clock.

"Well enough. We should get going." He doesn't move, nor do you.

You're sitting on his legs. You can't quite compute that, that intimacy of sitting on a partner's lap, them taking your weight.

His hands still encircle your wrists. His eyes never waver from yours.

“When did you get in?”

“An hour or so ago.”

“Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

He raises one eyebrow. “You want to wake with a man sleeping next to you?”

Yes.

You bristle. “It’s your bed. And it’s plenty big enough.”

“You wouldn’t have swung out and hit me?” he asks playfully.

"Not too hard. And at least you'd be in a bed that fits you."

His grin is quick before it fades into thoughtfulness. His long stare makes you fidgety.

"I'm sorry I woke you. I slept the day away, you can't be all that rested." You don't know if a half-fae needs more or less sleep than a human. Seungmin often napped when you drove, chasing some story.

"I'm fine." He cocks his head to the side. "Where's the driven reporter, ready to chase every lead, no rest needed?"

"She recognizes she needs you at your best. If we're to get anywhere today." You reach out to move his hair out of his eyes, even though he hasn't let go of you. "You still look tired. How on earth could you even hear me? I was so quiet."

His eyes soften. “I can smell you. I’d have to be dead not to be aware of you. Even sleeping.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours. “You need more tonic.”

“Or not.” You can barely hear your own voice. Foreheads touching, all you can smell is him, hear his breath, practically taste him. "I think that tolerance you spoke of is kicking in." You move closer a little.

He stills, but doesn’t move away. “You’re still susceptible, 문외한.” He shudders when you lean in to warm your nose in the crook of his neck. He finally lets go of your wrists, and you rest your hands on his chest, absorbing his heat. “As much as I want you, we need to prepare. I don’t know what this evening will bring.” His words don’t match his actions as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

You breath him in, hearing his 'as much as I want you' loop in you mind. His scent overpowers the fae air, like you've . Your lips seek his skin, a quick taste as if to prove there is no way he could taste as good as he smells.

Your heart pounds when you kiss his neck again. His arms tighten around you.

“Nakkeo,” you hear in your ear. It’s both pained and wanting. His cheek rubs against yours as he moves, lips pursuing, until you’re molded together.

It's like time freezes for a moment when his lips meet yours.

Soft, indescribably soft and opulent. Neither of you move, as though to do so would rip through the suspended fragility.

But then he moves, mouth brushing yours.

It's heat. Searingly hot and when his tongue seeks, you are helpless to resist.

Your hands run along and around his torso to splay on his back. He bends his legs up, so you slide closer to him. He holds your face in his hands, angling your head to kiss deeper, and though it’s demanding, it’s slow-going as though he is savoring you along with still being mostly asleep.

He drops one hand to your thigh, reminding you that you are still in only his t-shirt, and your underwear. He curses, words you know and taste as his lips barely leave yours to voice them.

"I should have found you bottoms," he mutters, hand sliding up to your hip, darting under the fabric of his shirt. "I should have—"

You cut him off, moving his hand to where you ache. He jerks at the contact, but doesn't pull away. He gazes at you, one finger sliding along the damp barrier between you and him.

"Hyunjin…" your voice is thready, desperate. "Please." His finger catches the edge of the gusset, catches and holds, unmoving. Your hips buck by instinct, craving more. You capture his face in your hands, kissing, tasting.

The lightest touch along your entrance, making you whine. He kisses you, pressing a little harder on your clit. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders as he continues.

"Wanted you," he murmurs, in between kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "The moment I saw you."

"Cause I'm human?" You can barely speak when one finger slides into you, his thumb still playing your clit gently.

"Hardly." He raises his eyes to yours. "You more dangerous to me as a human that you realize."

"How on earth am I—" He presses that spot deep in you, stroking with ease. Is he good at this through experience or just being magical? You don't know. You want to ask, but breathing is difficult right now.

He nibbles along your collarbone, and you rock in rhythm with his hand.

It doesn't take much longer. If you were in your right mind, you'd be embarrassed at how easily you fall apart in his hands.

He covers your mouth with his to as you pant, your orgasm breaking through then falling into bliss. You shudder, slumping into him. He kisses your forehead, your closed eyelids, your nose.

"Pretty," he whispers. You blink a few times at him, making him laugh. "Good, then?"

You attempt a scoff. "Good he asks." You kiss him back, coasting on the endorphins, savoring how he lingers and takes his time with kissing. His fingers, wet with you, grip your thighs, the only evidence that he craves as you do.

"Humans invented kissing," he murmurs.

You draw back, surprised. "We did?"

He nods, humming his affirmative. "Amidst all the terrible that humanity can inflict, isn't it nice that someone stumbled into someone else, lips first and found something so lovely?"

"What about the fae?" you ask, hands sliding down his chest. "Nothing invented like kissing?"

He nuzzles you, sucking lightly under the curve of your jaw. "I think some of the more deviant forms of pleasure can be attributed to the fae. Only they would come up with some of that."

"Like what—" You're too curious for your own good and it doesn't matter because he's kissing you again, lips moving, hands tightening with one drifting up the front of your (his) shirt to cover your breast. You moan at the contact.

Not to be outdone by his talented hands, you tuck yours under the waistband of his pajama pants to find him hard.

"Nakkeo."

"Let me." You lean in to kiss him again, he melts into you as you stroke him. "Let me."

"Would rather be inside you." He removes your hand carefully, his thumb caressing your palm.

"Okay." You want that too, you don't need much persuasion. You go to pull off your (his) shirt, but he stops you. "What is it?"

“We can’t.”

“Pretty sure we can.” You look down. "Felt pretty much the same as a human to me."

He chuckles. “Allow me to rephrase. We can, but we shouldn’t.”

You bump his nose with yours, your mouth taking his hotly. “I disagree.”

He smooths your hair with one hand, gripping the back of it to pull you away firmly. “Seungmin.”

Your arms drop. “I hate you.”

He kisses you again, lingering before pulling back reluctantly. “We need to find Seungmin…when we do…” Another kiss, desperate. “Well, we’ll see.” He ushers you to your feet and off of him. He pushes himself up.

"Are you sure you shouldn't nap for a bit?" His eyes look tired, skin a bit pale even with the sun coming through the curtains. You worry.

He looks down at you, fingers coming to hold your chin. "I doubt I'll sleep." His expression is pointed and you blush despite yourself. His mouth lingers on your cheek. "Too many thoughts of you." When he draws back, his fingers drop from your skin and he looks away, as though embarrassed.

"Hyunjin, I—"

"Get dressed," he cuts you off. "We'll need some supplies today. You alright carrying a small rucksack?"

"Of course." His change in subject throws you. Your body is still humming from his touch and he's walking toward his cabinet of tinctures and tonics. "You think who we see tonight will be worse than Duri?"

"Nam-gil. Yes. Or just as awful, but in a different way." He fills said small rucksack and hands it to you. "Please, I know you prefer to ask questions, but I beg of you tonight to stay quiet."

You lift your chin, ready to argue.

"If you see, or know Seungmin is there, rescue him. Let me deal with Nam-gil."

"You think he'll be with…this fae?"

"It seems likely." He heads to his bedroom and stops at the unmade bed. Staring.

"What is it?"

"I can smell you. Your scent lingers on my sheets." He glances at his hand, reminding you where those fingers where just minutes ago.

"I'll…grab my trousers," you slip by him, gathering your clothes and then slipping back into the main room. He reaching out to catch your arm. "I thought we were going."

"We are, we are…" he stares down at you, as though you're something to figure out. He then shakes his head, before pulling you into his arms. "I…sometimes I don't believe you're real."

The idea that he, half-human and half-fae, finds you to be the unbelievable thing makes you want to laugh, but being in his arms stirs up everything again and you tug down his collar to kiss the exposed skin.

"Dangerous," he says again before releasing you. "Dress, and we'll find something to eat and be on our way." He shuts the door to his bedroom, leaving you in the living area, a mix of hormones and worry.

Seungmin. You need to find Seungmin.

Then perhaps things will return to normal.

ch. 6

© yoongihan 2026. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans. 

[seung-scrittore]

🍻 … STUDY BUDDY !

stray kids — jeongin x reader

synopsis! — you and your best friend have been flirting for as long as you can remember, but you’re both too scared to act when it matters. teasing, testing. when do the lines unblur? an interaction at a party leaves you dizzy with upset, and suddenly, you don’t feel like just friends anymore.

g! — friends-to-lovers, fluff, suggestive, slowburn, college!au, gn!reader, angst if you squint, so much sarcasm, TW: alcohol consumption

wc! — 4.9 k

an! — foaming at the mouth over these pictures of jeongin by the way. i just found them and they’re everything to me. got really carried away at the kiss scene but in my defense, have you seen jeongin?

your calculus class was killing you.

“who actually cares about derivatives?”

you were hunched over your notebook, pencil tapping against the margin like it might intimidate the numbers into behaving. across from you jeongin snorted into his iced coffee. the two of you had been doing this since sophomore year of high school, spreading out textbooks at whatever table you could claim and pretending it was a study date when really it was an excuse to sit too close and talk too much.

“you,” he said without looking up, nudging your foot with his under the table. “you care. you just like pretending you don’t so when you ace it you can act surprised.”

“i have never aced anything in my life,” you muttered, dragging your hand down your face. “this problem is evil. derivatives are evil. whoever invented them is evil.”

“newton,” he said immediately.

“yeah, well, newton can come down here and explain this to me himself.”

jeongin laughed, that quiet, breathy laugh that always made you feel like you’d won something. his hair fell into his eyes when he leaned over your notebook, and without thinking you reached up and pushed it back. you had done it a hundred times before. he didn’t flinch. he never did. he just looked at you for half a second too long before glancing back at the page.

“you’re overthinking it,” he said, tapping the equation with his pen. “take the derivative of the outside first. chain rule. you love the chain rule.”

“i don’t love anything about math.”

“you love being dramatic.”

you rolled your eyes but you were smiling. it was so familiar that it almost felt scripted, the rhythm of your back and forth, the way he’d slide your highlighter toward you before you asked, the way you’d steal his fries without permission. there was a comfort in it that felt like muscle memory. sometimes you wonder when it stopped being just comfort.

“you always say you’re bad at everything you do,” he continued, softer now, tracing the line of the function with his finger. “then you show everyone up. it’s annoying.”

you looked up at him. “oh, so you think i’m smart?”

“i think you’re insufferable,” he said, and then added, “but yeah, you’re smart.”

“and hot?”

he blinked. the corner of his mouth twitched. “wow. fishing much?”

“i’m just clarifying,” you said, pretending to study your notes. “you said i show everyone up. that implies the whole package.”

“i did not say that.”

“it was implied.”

“you’re delusional.”

but his ears were pink. you saw it because you’d spent years memorizing the way his face gave him away. he cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head so his hoodie rode up just enough to make your brain short circuit for a second. you hated that he knew what he was doing. you hated that you liked it.

“for the record,” he said casually, staring at the ceiling, “i never said you weren’t hot.”

your pencil froze mid-scratch. you tried to laugh it off, the way you always did when things edged too close to the line. “wow. that’s high praise coming from you. mr. i’m-bad-at-everything.”

“i am bad at everything.”

“you are literally top of the class.”

“accident.”

“you play three instruments.”

“barely.”

“you ran a half marathon.”

“okay, that one was peer pressure.”

you leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin in your hands. “yeah, you always say you’re bad at everything you do. then you show everyone up. it’s annoying.”

he looked at you then, really looked at you, and something in his expression shifted. less teasing, more searching. “so you think i’m smart and hot?”

you swallowed. there it was. the echo. the mirror he’d held up so effortlessly. your heart thudded in your ears and you hoped he couldn’t see it in your face. “don’t push it.”

“that wasn’t a no.”

“it wasn’t a yes either.”

he leaned forward too, forearms brushing yours. neither of you moved away. the cafe was loud around you, blenders whirring, cups clinking, someone laughing too loudly at another table, but the space between you felt small, sealed off. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of your sleeve.

“we’ve been friends for, what, eight years?” he said lightly, but his voice had dropped a little. “you’re legally obligated to find me at least a little attractive.”

“is that in the contract?”

“page three. fine print.”

“i didn’t read the fine print.”

“clearly.”

you nudged his knee with yours under the table and he nudged back. it was stupid, the way something so small could feel like a spark. you’d sat like this a thousand times, knees touching, shoulders bumping, sharing headphones, falling asleep on each other during movie nights. none of that had ever felt dangerous. this did. this felt like one wrong word could tip the whole balance.

“what are you scared of?” he asked suddenly.

you blinked. “what?”

“you’re doing that thing,” he said, “where you joke more when you’re thinking too hard.”

“i don’t do that.”

“you do. i’ve known you since you thought frosted tips were a personality.”

“they were in style.”

you kicked him lightly. he caught your ankle with his hand without looking, fingers wrapping around it like it was second nature. he held it there for a second longer than necessary before letting go. your stomach flipped.

“i’m not scared,” you said finally.

“liar.”

“what would i even be scared of?”

he shrugged, gaze dropping back to the notebook but not really reading it. “i don’t know. things changing?”

the word hung there. changing. you stared at the equation on the page, the slope of the curve, the way one small shift altered everything. you hated how fitting that was.

“we’re good,” you said quietly. “why mess that up?”

“who said it would mess it up?”

“it could.”

he was quiet for a moment. the cafe noise rushed back in, filling the space you’d both created. he tapped his pen against the table, slower now. “yeah,” he admitted. “it could.”

you didn’t need him to say more. you both knew what he meant without saying it. if it didn’t work. if one of you cared more. if it ended badly. you’d seen it happen to other people, friendships unraveling into awkward silences and careful distance. the thought of not having him in your life the way you did now made your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with math.

“but,” he added, almost too casually, “it could also not.”

you looked up. he was watching you again, eyes softer than his tone. he reached over and flicked your forehead gently. “you’re thinking too much. solve the problem.”

“you’re impossible.”

“and yet you keep choosing to sit with me.”

“i don’t choose, you just show up.”

“i like showing up.”

the words landed heavy. he liked showing up. for you. to this. to long afternoons of coffee and scribbled notes and sarcastic jabs. you wondered if he realized how much that meant.

“you know,” you said slowly, “if you keep flirting with me like this, people are going to get the wrong idea.”

“what wrong idea?”

“that you’re in love with me or something.”

he didn’t laugh right away. he held your gaze, one eyebrow raised. “that would be so embarrassing for me.”

“right. devastating.”

“i’d never recover.”

“your reputation would be ruined.”

“completely.”

you both smiled but neither of you looked away. the tension stretched thin, humming. you could feel it in the way his foot brushed yours again, slower this time, less accidental. your hand was still resting near his on the table, fingers close enough that one small movement would tangle them together.

“innie,” you said before you could stop yourself. you’d been sticking to jeongin, like maybe that little bit of distance would help. but it slipped out, soft and familiar, and his expression shifted again, something unguarded flashing across his face.

“yeah?” he said.

you hesitated. this was it, you thought. this was where you could say something real. something that pushed past the jokes and the half truths. your pulse was loud in your ears. you imagined what it would feel like to reach across the table and just take his hand. to say it outright: i like you. more than this, more than friends.

but the fear was there too, coiled tight. what if he laughed? what if he didn’t? what if everything changed in a way you couldn’t undo?

“you’re still wrong about the chain rule,” you said instead.

he stared at you for a second, then burst out laughing. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i know.”

he shook his head, smiling like he wasn’t mad at all. “come here,” he said, sliding his chair closer until your knees were pressed together fully now, no space left. he took your pencil from your hand and started writing, his shoulder brushing yours as he explained the steps again, slower this time. you watched his hand move across the page, steady and confident, and felt that same familiar swell of admiration you’d been trying to pretend was normal.

“see?” he murmured. “not evil, just misunderstood.”

“are we still talking about derivatives?”

“depends. are you still fishing for compliments?”

you bumped your head lightly against his shoulder. “shut up.”

he leaned his head against yours for a second in return. it was brief. easy. like it had always been. but neither of you moved away right away. the air felt warmer.

“we’re okay,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

“yeah,” you replied.

outside, the light was starting to fade, the sky turning that soft blue that always made everything feel suspended. you packed up slowly, neither of you in a rush to leave. as you stood, he reached for your bag before you could, slinging it over his shoulder like it belonged there.

“walk you home,” he said.

“i live in the opposite direction.”

“so?”

you smiled, trying to ignore the way your heart leapt at the casual certainty of it. you fell into step beside him, shoulders brushing as you headed out into the evening, the conversation drifting back to stupid jokes and class gossip and anything but what was hovering just beneath the surface.

the air was colder than you expected when you stepped out of the cafe, the kind of cold that made everything feel sharper, like even your thoughts had edges. jeongin noticed before you did that you’d forgotten to zip your jacket. he reached over without asking, fingers brushing your collarbone for a second as he tugged it up. “you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached,” he muttered, and you rolled your eyes but let him fuss. he always did this, small quiet acts that looked like teasing from a distance but felt like care up close.

“i’m perfectly capable of surviving a three block walk,” you said.

“debatable.”

he shifted your bag higher on his shoulder and stepped a little closer to you as you started walking. not enough to make a scene. just enough that your arms brushed every few steps. the streetlights cast everything in gold, and for a second you wondered if that was why his profile looked softer than usual or if you were just noticing more lately.

“hey,” he said after a moment, kicking a pebble off the sidewalk. “are you going to felix’s party on friday?”

you glanced at him. “felix is having a party?”

“you’re kidding.”

“i ignore half the group chat.”

“yeah, we know.”

you hummed, pretending to consider it. “i don’t know. parties are loud. worse, people are loud.”

“you’re loud.”

“that’s different. i’m selectively loud.”

he laughed under his breath. “it’s at his place. nothing crazy. just music, drinks, and a little pretense on multiple fronts.”

“so your natural habitat?”

“exactly.”

you nudged him with your shoulder. “are you going?”

“maybe,” he said casually, but he didn’t look at you when he said it. “i’ll go if you go.”

you stopped walking for half a second. he took two more steps before realizing and turning back. “what?”

“nothing,” you said quickly, catching up, “that’s codependent.”

“it’s strategic,” he corrected. “i need someone to make fun of people with.”

“you’re insufferable.”

“and yet?”

you smiled despite yourself. the night felt like it was holding its breath around you. “fine. i’ll go.”

“yeah.”

“but only if you promise not to ditch me.”

he scoffed. “i don’t ditch you.”

“you absolutely have.”

“once.”

“twice.”

“those were emergencies.”

“you saw someone you wanted to impress.”

he shot you a look. “you’re the only one i’m trying to impress.”

it slipped out so easily that for a second you weren’t sure you’d heard it right. he seemed to realize it at the same time you did because his steps faltered just slightly. “i mean,” he added, too quickly, “you’re the harshest critic.”

“wow,” you said, heart doing something inconvenient in your chest. “i didn’t realize my opinion mattered so much.”

“it doesn’t,” he said immediately, then softer, “it does.”

you walked in silence for a few seconds, the kind that wasn’t uncomfortable but wasn’t safe either. your hands brushed and this time neither of you pulled away. his fingers curled lightly around yours, testing, like he was waiting to see if you’d flinch. you didn’t. you laced your fingers together fully, trying to act like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“gentleman behavior,” you teased, even though your voice was quieter than usual.

“don’t get used to it.”

“too late.”

he squeezed your hand once before letting go as you reached your place. he handed your bag back, lingering just a second too long in your space. “friday,” he said.

“friday,” you echoed.

he walked away backwards for a few steps, pointing at you. “don’t bail.”

“don’t ditch me.”

he grinned and turned the corner, leaving you standing there with your pulse still racing.

friday came faster than you expected. you met him outside your building and he gave you a once over that was subtle enough to pass but obvious enough to make your stomach flip. “you clean up okay,” he said.

“try not to sound so surprised.”

“i’m not surprised,” he said. “i’m impressed.”

“careful.”

“what?”

“you’re flirting again.”

“am i?”

you didn’t answer. you just fell into step beside him and let the night carry you toward felix’s place.

felix’s apartment was already loud when you arrived, music thumping through the walls, laughter spilling into the hallway. jeongin knocked once before letting himself in like he owned the place. you followed, immediately hit with the smell of cheap alcohol and too many people in one space. felix whooped when he saw you, pulling you both into a chaotic hug.

drinks were pressed into your hands before you could protest. jeongin stayed close at first, shoulder brushing yours as you navigated through clusters of people. he leaned down to comment on someone’s terrible dance moves, and you laughed into your cup, the alcohol warming your chest just enough to make everything feel a little looser.

for a while it was easy. you talked to friends, played some stupid card game on the kitchen counter, bumped hips with him when the music got louder. he kept refilling your drink without asking, and you kept pretending not to notice the way his hand would rest at the small of your back when someone squeezed past.

then you saw it. not dramatic at first. just a girl from one of his classes laughing at something he said, her hand on his arm a second too long. you told yourself it was nothing. he was friendly. he was like that with everyone. you took another sip of your drink and turned back to the conversation you were in.

but when you glanced over again, she was closer. he was leaning down to hear her over the music, his face inches from hers. she said something and he laughed, head tipping back, and you felt something sharp twist in your stomach.

you stayed where you were, nodding along to someone else’s story while your eyes betrayed you every few seconds. it was stupid. you were just friends. long term best friends who held hands on sidewalks and said things they didn’t mean. that was all.

someone bumped into you and you stumbled slightly. a different guy steadied you with a quick apology. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you said, smiling politely.

jeongin looked over at the movement, eyes scanning you quickly before relaxing when he saw you were fine. then the girl said something else and his attention shifted back to her.

you finished your drink too fast.

when he finally made his way back to you, he was grinning. “you disappeared.”

“i was here the whole time.”

“liar.”

“you were busy.”

he tilted his head. “busy?”

“talking.”

“oh.”

you shrugged like it didn’t matter. “she seems nice.”

he stared at you for a second like he was trying to read something between your words. “she’s in my econ class.”

“mhm.”

“why are you making that face?”

you forced a laugh. “i’m not making a face. i’m drunk.”

“you’ve had two drinks.”

“lightweight.”

he stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “are you jealous?”

your heart slammed against your ribs. you scoffed. “don’t flatter yourself.”

“that’s not a no.”

“innie.”

“there it is,” he said softly. “you only call me that when you’re avoiding something.”

you swallowed. the music felt too loud suddenly, the room too small. “i’m not avoiding anything.”

“then look at me and say you don’t care.”

you did. you looked right at him, at the familiar curve of his mouth, the faint flush on his cheeks from the alcohol. “i don’t care.”

he held your gaze. you didn’t look away.

“you’re a terrible liar,” he bit back.

before you could respond, someone shouted his name from across the room. he hesitated, glancing between you and the group calling him over. “i’ll be right back,” he said.

you nodded. “go.”

this time when he walked away, you felt the absence. you set your empty cup down and slipped out onto the balcony, the cold air hitting your face like a reset button. you gripped the railing and tried to steady your breathing. this was ridiculous. you weren’t dating him. you had no right to feel this possessive. and yet…

the balcony door slid open behind you. you didn’t have to turn around to know it was him. “you always run when things get intense,” he said quietly.

“i needed air.”

“you could’ve told me.”

“why?” you asked, finally turning. “so you could go back to your econ friend without worrying about me.”

he frowned. “that’s not fair.”

“i know,” you said immediately. “i know it’s not.”

the music was muffled out here, replaced by the distant hum of traffic. he stepped closer, hands in his pockets like he was holding himself back. “did it bother you?”

you hesitated. this was it again. the edge. the drop.

“yeah,” you said finally, voice barely above a whisper. “it did.”

his shoulders relaxed, like he’d been bracing for something worse. “why?”

“don’t make me spell it out.”

“i want you to.”

you laughed weakly. “you’re cruel.”

“maybe.”

you looked at him, really looked at him, and the alcohol stripped away just enough of your caution to make you honest. “because i don’t like seeing you with someone else,” you admitted. “because it makes me realize i might not be as okay with this as i pretend to be.”

he didn’t interrupt. didn’t joke. just watched you.

“i didn’t say anything in there because you’re allowed to talk to whoever you want,” you continued, words tumbling now. “and i don’t want to be that person. i don’t want to ruin what we have because i got greedy.”

“greedy?”

“yeah,” you said, throat tight. “wanting more.”

he stepped closer until there was barely any space left between you. “what if i want more too?”

your breath caught. “don’t.”

“don’t what?”

“don’t say things you don’t mean.”

he reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face the same way he had outside the cafe. his hand lingered this time. then, softly, “i wasn’t flirting with her. i was looking over her shoulder every five seconds to see if you were watching.”

“that’s stupid.”

“yeah,” he agreed. “it is.”

you let out a shaky laugh that turned into something else entirely. “i hate that i care this much.”

“i don’t.”

“you don’t hate it?”

“no,” he said. “i don’t hate that you care. i hate that you think it would ruin us.”

your chest felt too full. “what if it does?”

“then we deal with it,” he said. “but i’m tired of pretending this is all it is.”

you searched his face for any sign of hesitation. there wasn’t any. just that same steadiness he had when he explained math problems, like he already knew the answer and was waiting for you to catch up.

“i like you,” he said finally, the words simple and unguarded. “not in a best friend way. not in a joking around way. i like you in a way that makes me jealous too. i want to be the only one walking you home. laughing with you. holding you.”

the world felt very small and very quiet.

“you’re drunk,” you whispered.

“i’m honest.”

you stared at him for one long second before closing the distance yourself, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in. you didn’t kiss him. not yet. you just pressed your forehead to his, breathing the same cold air.

“i like you too,” you admitted.

the confession hung between you and for once neither of you tried to laugh it off.

you don’t really remember saying goodbye to anyone. you remember felix yelling something unintelligible and someone wolf whistling when you and jeongin walked back inside from the balcony a little too close together. you remember your hand finding his again like it had every right to be there. you remember the way he didn’t let go.

the walk back to your place is quieter than the one from the cafe days ago. your fingers are laced tightly, swinging between you. every few steps one of you bumps into the other on purpose, like you’re both trying to burn off the nervous energy.

“so,” you say, staring straight ahead. “you like me.”

“don’t sound so shocked.”

“i am shocked. i’m very hard to like.”

he snorts. “you’re unbearable. but yeah. i like you.”

you glance at him and he’s already looking at you, cheeks still pink from the alcohol, eyes a little glassy but focused. “how long?”

“don’t make me answer that.”

“innie.”

he groans. “don’t use that tone.”

you grin. “how long?”

he exhales slowly. “a while.”

“define a while.”

“long enough that i’ve had to pretend not to care when other people flirt with you,” he mutters.

you stop walking. he takes another step before realizing and turning back, just like before. everything feels like a parallel now, except the tension isn’t hiding anymore. it’s out in the open, raw and buzzing.

“you get jealous too,” you say softly.

“obviously.”

“that’s pathetic.”

“we’re both pathetic.”

you laugh, but it breaks in the middle because he’s stepping toward you and suddenly you’re chest to chest on the sidewalk under a flickering streetlight. he brushes his thumb over your knuckles like he’s memorizing them.

“are we really doing this?” you ask.

“you dragged me into it.”

“you confessed first.”

“you started it at the cafe.”

“you flirted first.”

he leans closer, voice dropping. “are we going to keep arguing or are you going to kiss me?”

your heart slams so hard you’re sure he can feel it. “wow,” you say, breathless. “straight to the point.”

“i’ve waited long enough.”

you close the distance. your first kiss is almost clumsy, noses bumping, teeth barely grazing because you’re both half laughing into it. but then his hand slides to your jaw, steadying you, and it changes. it deepens. not rushed, not messy. but hungry. hungry in an attempt to make up for lost years.

he tastes faintly like vodka and mint gum. his other hand settles at your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left at all. your fingers fist into the fabric of his shirt like you need something to hold onto. the world narrows to the soft sound he makes when you tilt your head just right.

when you pull back it’s only to breathe, foreheads pressed together, both of you smiling like idiots.

“that was,” you start.

“yeah,” he says.

“you’re not bad at everything.”

he huffs out a laugh against your mouth. “shut up.”

you kiss him again before he can recover, this time slower. exploratory. his lips are softer than you expected. he kisses like he studies, focused and attentive, like he’s trying to understand you through it. your hand slides up to the back of his neck and he shivers slightly, which you absolutely notice and will never let him live down.

“cold,” he mutters defensively against you.

you don’t stop kissing until a car passes too close and you both stumble back to the reality of being on a public sidewalk. he squeezes your hand again. “let’s go,” he says, voice rougher now.

the walk to your place is faster. less talking. more glances that turn into small stolen kisses when you stop at a crosswalk. by the time you reach your door you’re both grinning like you’ve gotten away with something.

inside, the air is warmer. quieter. the door barely clicks shut before he’s kissing you again, like he’s been holding it in for the entire stairwell. you drop your keys somewhere near the entrance without looking. his hands cup your face this time, thumbs brushing over your cheeks gently.

“are we allowed to do this?” you murmur between kisses.

“it’s your place.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you. “we’ve been wanting to do this for years. i think we’re allowed.”

years. hearing him say it makes your chest ache in the best way. you tug him closer by the collar and he stumbles forward with a soft laugh that melts into another kiss. this one is slower still, less desperate and more deliberate. you trace the line of his jaw with your thumb, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch.

with a step, he presses you gently against the wall, not rough, just enough pressure to hold you there. your hands slide under the hem of his hoodie but only to rest at his waist, grounding yourself. he studies your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. then he kisses you again, softer this time, careful. like he’s aware of how fragile this new dynamic is. you respond the same way, slowing down, letting it stretch out. your lips brush, linger, part. his hand slides from your waist to your back, fingers splayed wide like he’s anchoring you there.

when you finally pull away it’s not because you have to. it’s because you’re both smiling too much to keep it steady. you’re a little breathless, foreheads touching again, hands still tangled in each other’s clothes.

“so,” you say, trying to regain some composure and failing miserably. “boyfriend.”

he groans softly. “don’t call me that yet.”

“why? embarrassed?”

“no. i have to ask you properly.”

“semantics.”

he laughs, the sound warm and dazed. “we’re really doing this.”

“yeah,” you say, softer now. “we are.”

there’s still a flicker of vulnerability there, a quiet what-if lingering under the surface. you see it in the way he hesitates before leaning in again, like he’s checking to make sure you’re still here. you are. you meet him halfway.

the next kiss is unhurried. lips brushing in slow, sweet presses. you feel his smile against your mouth and you can’t help smiling back. it turns into a soft mess of laughter and another quick kiss and then another, until you’re both just standing there, holding each other like you’re afraid one of you might disappear.

he rests his forehead against yours one more time. “i’m not ditching you,” he says quietly.

“you better not.”

“even at parties.”

“especially at parties.”

you brush your thumb over his cheek. “do you want to get ice cream?”

he blinks at you. “right now?”

“why not?”

he considers it for half a second before grinning. “yeah. yeah, i do.”

“gentleman behavior,” you tease.

“don’t get used to it.”

you lace your fingers with his again, tugging him toward the door. he steals one more quick kiss before you can open it, quick and bright and full of promise.

you’re both still smiling when you step back out into the night, a little drunk and finally done pretending.

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[yoongihan]

Tantalize - HHJ - Chapter Four

photo from here

pairing: half-fae hyunjin x human reader

summary: as a journalist, it's your job to keep your mind open, but when your colleague tells you the truth about his world, it's a lot to take in. especially the person he introduces you to.

genre: fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers,

rated: M

word count: 3.2k

warnings: some creepy images/actions from another character, strange fae interactions, mc is still having THOUGHTS about hyunjin despite the dangers, violence on the page though not graphic (magic attempted murder), more casual and protective physical touch, some fae-compelling. if there's anything else, please let me know.

a/n: couldn't get this out last weekend (too many things to do!) but i had fun reworking this chapter. as always i appreciate those who read, reblog, comment!! never beta-read because well, stuff. i apologize for mistakes i've missed.

dividers from @saradika-graphics

series mlist. ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3

Chapter Four

When you watch Hyunjin hand over the thing he's been holding since your sojourn from the car, you have to hold back your gasp.

Bones. He's carrying a glass jar with a collection of bones.

You didn't do well in biology (or most of sciences for that matter), but a small part of you is relieved to see that there's no way it's human bones. Too small.

Unless, it's the ones you don't think about. Like finger bones, or toe bones. What do toe bones look like? Are they those tiny little pieces of white at the bottom? Are those toe bones?

You look back at the entity who sits in an old leather recliner like it's some type of throne. When you walked in this dilapidated house out in the woods (behind Hyunjin because he suggested it and honestly, you've watched enough horror films to be on full alert by the time you see the buckling-wood porch) the air smelled dead. Not like something dead, but dead.

It has none of the allure of the club. The vestibule (it's a big manor of a house, despite its condition) is as dire as the outside of the home. You have to watch where you step in case you fall through the floorboards. There is no electrical light, just candles which, given the amount of wood you can see, seems stupid.

But maybe there's some sort of magic protection.

Something moves in a shadowed corner and you jump nearly into Hyunjin. He wraps an arm around you, securing you to his side.

It takes you too long to remember that you can walk on your own, perfectly fine.

The entity is called Duri, specifically Duri Seonbae by Hyunjin. They (you aren't sure what is the proper pronoun because though humanoid in appearance, the movements speak of a very different animal than you) deign to look at you, eyelids blinking twice, once the upper and lower lids, a second the right (!) and left (!) lids closing.

You wonder if your taser would be ineffectual on whatever this being is.

They speak, but you don't understand ninety percent. There is your language mixed in with whatever ancient tongue-tying linguistics is going on. It must be the same language as the password Seungmin used to get you both into the club.

Seungmin.

You listen as best you can to the nonsensical conversation even as your eyes fill. You know it's that you're exhausted and worried about your partner. You aren't emotional. You consider Seungmin a friend, of course, but this…this bone-deep concern is only a result of your body needing rest and peace.

That's all.

Hyunjin looks at you and you focus back in.

"She is not for you," he says, eyes laser-focused. "Are you?"

You have no idea in what way he means this, but the answer is pretty simple. "No. I'm not."

He nods, eyes so serious and turns back to Duri, saying those foreign words, you assume what you just expressed.

Duri has barely looked at you. Why would they even—?

"But I'm hungry." The switch to your language makes you jolt (so much for being cool under pressure) and then their words sink in.

They DO eat people.

Your first thought is that you are so telling Seungmin.

If you find him.

You know the statistics. When someone is not found within twenty-four hours, the chances of them being alive diminishes significantly.

But Seungmin is not just people.

Though neither is the thing that probably has him.

Your second thought is that you don't care if your taser doesn't work on them. You absolutely will fight back.

"She is not for you." Hyunjin repeats. "You can scent from where you sit. You know she is not yours."

You see Duri vibrate for a second before sitting up. Was that a tantrum? Is that their version of a tantrum.

"This is for you." Hyunjin sets the jar of bones on the table that is only a foot or two away from the human-eating fae entity.

You don't think the half-fae thing applies here.

You don't see how, but the jar disappears from the table into Duri's hands in a millisecond, the jar opened and bones being inspected one by one.

"Oh clever clever. You got me such an array." They look up at Hyunjin. "I don't have your traitor." Then you hear Seungmin's name, but in a way that sounds mythical.

Like not your Seungmin.

Hyunjin nods. "Thank you for seeing us. And for your time. I know it's valuable." He moves toward you.

"You're just going to believe…" You gesture to the being that is now chomping on what looks like a chicken leg, but your mind might just be making it easier to stomach.

Oh.

Now you feel ill.

"We're not big liars." He reminds you, placing his hand on your shoulder. Some of the tension you've felt all night relaxes at that. How has he wormed his way into your bodily consciousness that a single touch from him comforts instead of alarms?

You probably need more of that tonic he makes.

You spin around, frustrated at your response to him and the lack of information. "What about Nam-Gil?" you ask the bone-chewing slinky fae, still in the recliner. That's another name on the list. "Would they be who we're looking for?"

The weird double blink happens again. You feel a pressure on your throat, your windpipe. You cough, trying to push at it. It gets tighter and tighter.

Where did the air go?

Hyunjin is next to you, his hands holding you as your legs give out. The room is so blurry and swirly. You can hear Hyunjin yelling, you understand nothing he says.

Will you die before seeing Seungmin again?

Will you die before getting to kiss Hyunjin?

The pressure disappears after what feels like hours. You are in Hyunjin's arms, coughing and gulping in air.

"She is not for me," Duri says quietly from the chair. The quiet is not calming. It is eerie, foreboding. "You should take better care of what is yours, hubae."

"Yes, of course I will." Hyunjin helps you stand up and lead you toward the door. You glance back (stupid really) and that fae, still chewing on a bone, stares back.

You would have crunched so lovely between my teeth.

You jerk at the voice invading your mind and look away, bracing for more.

But there is nothing.

After you've walked probably half the way back, you push off Hyunjin, your legs studier the farther away you get.

"Are you insane?" he hiss-whispers.

"You weren't pushing for information!" you retort, your voice gravely from the earlier strangling attempt. "You'd make a terrible reporter."

"Thank Dalnim. I have no desire." He stops in front of you. "You could have died, nakkeo."

You freeze in place. You don't need him to say it. You know it. Or now you do, because finally your brain is allowing the connections to be made.

"I had to ask. I had to do something."

He stares at you. "I promised Seungmin. No harm. You've made me break that promise."

"it's my fault. That can't be under whatever sort of promises the fae take to heart. I did it to myself." You stomp past him before realizing you aren't that sure how to get back to the car.

"No matter," he says, coming up to walk beside you. "I promised."

"What happens when you break a promise?"

He huffs a sigh. "I owe the person I made the promise to something priceless. Something dear."

"A jar of bones?"

"I have no attachment to bones." He points out his car when it comes into view. There is light now. You've been out in some condemned old house all night.

"You should definitely put that on your online dating profile."

You trudge back to his car, not even caring if Hyunjin is behind you or not. You kick the tire (probably unprofessional as well) and then with a heavy sigh, lean back against the car door to wait for him. Your eyes stray to the sunrise, the brightening blues into yellows. It fills you with a weird sort of longing.

Like you’re missing something.

He’s not far behind, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, shoulders a little hunched over. He appears less like the temptation in the night, more a boy from school.

A boy as exhausted as you.

Your eyes peruse over him, lingering on the shiny hair and tip of his nose and down the shoulders and narrow hips to the legs that seem so long.

The elixir he’d given you is running out.

“Well that was a waste of time,” you bite out, frustrated by the lack of progress and the constant need to resist him. Oh and how you almost died.

“Not really,” he begins, taking the time to lean next to you, staring into nothing. “We definitely know it’s not Duri.”

"And that they want me for their next meal."

"You—"

"I heard their voice in my head."

His head snaps up. "What? When?"

"As we left. I looked back."

"Do you have a death wish?" He runs his hands through his hair. "What did Duri say?"

"Something about crunching my bones."

Hyunjin curses in that other language. You don't have to know the language to recognize more cursing.

"It's fine. Duri can only access your mind through eye connection," he says once the cursing is done.

"Oh great."

He falls back again next to you, the car giving him support. "You always bring something. A gift. In exchange for information."

"But we got nothing."

"We got an answer. It's not the one we wanted. Though perhaps it is. Seungmin would have been…" He trails off. "Had Duri been the culprit, I fear what we would have found."

A fae that eats half-fae. Is that cannibalism or just half-cannibalism?

You are losing your mind, truthfully. Making jokes about—

"Why did they call Seungmin a traitor?" Seungmin is more about rules than you've ever been. Which is why you make a good team. You're brash where he's careful. You're big idea and he's details. You both observe well, but you see different things.

"Because he…he left. To be with humans."

"But he, you, most of you are half-human."

Hyunjin shrugs. "There are those who believe the fae part of us makes us better than humans."

"What do you think?"

He turns to look at you. "I believe all creatures have gifts. Some might put them more elevated on the food chain…"

You grimace at that.

"But that does not mean one is better or worse. One just is."

"Oh." You're not sure what to say to that. Especially as you can still feel his eyes boring into your profile as you stare at the horizon, trees less ominous with the light. "So let's go to the next one on the list."

“Not now.”

“What?” It’s a growl of both rage and incredulity. “Seungmin could be—”

“It’s morning.” He nods at the rising sun, the sky more orange and red now. “I must work soon.”

“Fine,” you say and turn to unlock your ancient sedan. “You can drop me off at the station.” Be easier without him and all his rules and how mouth-watering he smells.

There’s an exasperated sigh next to you. “You’ll go without me, won’t you?”

You're scared that he’s that good at reading you.

You don't look at him, moving around him to go to the passenger side. He grabs you to halt your walking, not violently, but firm.

Instinctually, you whirl around with hand out and slap him.

“Let go of me,” You struggle against him, fingers tingling from the contact.

He doesn’t touch where you’ve hit him and that’s oddly terrifying, as is the storm in his eyes. He hasn’t let go, and in fact, his other hand grips your other arm just as firmly.

He says your full name, and you know that you should look away from his eyes. Know. But can’t. Not even if your life depended on it. “I’m calling in your favor.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice isn’t as snarky as it should be. You feel consumed by something. Drawn. Pushed. Attached to strings.

“At the newspaper. You said thank you. Have you not researched us? Tsk, 문외한.” His words are affectionate, but his tone is steel. “You never tell a fae ‘thank you’. It’s a literal I.O.U.”

“I don’t believe you.” You can fight this. This draw and pull and desire to nod your head and follow him to the ends of the earth.

He raises an eyebrow, the smirk returning in full force. “Complete truth. I know your name, and you owe me. I’m calling it in now.”

You force yourself to cross your arms. It’s almost painful. But you have to. Have to put some barrier between you both.

“I can only guess.” You know. It has to be what he wants because you are pulsating with it. Fear of dying might have pushed it at bay momentarily, but with adrenaline crashing, his magnetism is tenfold.

His grip on your arms softens and he rubs them up and down. “No, nakkeo.” He’s smiling, half-exasperated and half-amused. You moisten your lips with your tongue and watch his eyes drop. “No. That’s not what I’m asking for.”

Disappointment fills you, embarrassment and you look away. But you can’t pull away from his touch.

“I need the faerie potion thingy,” you mutter.

“In a second. Don’t you want to know what I’m asking of you?” When you don't answer, he continues. “Stay with me today.”

Your eyes shoot back to his.

“I’ll go with you to find Seungmin tonight. I promise. It’s not safe if you go it alone. Trust me. Stay at The Court tonight. That way I know you’ll not go venturing off on your own. All right?” He dips his head to make sure you’re paying attention, the storm still present in his eyes, the depth overwhelming. “That’s what you owe me.”

“I’m never saying tha…you know, again,” you say petulantly and he laughs, relieved. He pulls you into his arms, hugging you so casually before brushing his lips on your forehead.

You feel him still the moment he realizes what he’s done: kiss you without the need of covering your scent. Your fingers twist in the material of his shirt, and your head tips up without your say-so. His breathing shallows, echoing yours. You adore the shape of his mouth, the dip in his top lip, the curve of the bottom one. How it moves when he speaks.

“Pretty one,” he murmurs, before digging into his coat and pulling out a small bottle. “Stay with me?”

You nod and he opens the bottle, nudging it against your lips. Your mouth opens and he pours, his eyes never leaving yours. When it’s empty, there’s a drop of it on your lower lip that he swipes off with his index finger. It takes a few seconds to affect you, but when it does, you have detached from him, your face flush with embarrassment.

“I’m never dealing with the fae after this,” you mutter, annoyed. You glance at him only to see some of the brightness in his eyes dim.

“Cannot fault you that.” And he opens the car door to slide in.

You’re back in his apartment. You refuse to stop by your place to pick up anything because then he’d know where you live and there is a part (small, but strong) that is still clinging to any way to keep him at a distance.

“I’ve slept in worse,” you say, sliding your hands into the back pockets of your trousers. He’s in his bedroom, changing into his attire for his shift.

“That sounds like a story,” he calls through the door. You’re working on not thinking about him dressing. Of skin bared. “Have you always been a journalist?”

“Mostly. There were some make-ends-meet jobs here and there.” You sit on the couch, fidgety. And tired. Can you be both? “And you?” you raise your voice, but find that he has left his room.

He stands near the apothecary cabinet, tying a thin tie. His trousers and shirt are black, but the tie is a metallic grey.

The elixir does nothing to dull the enjoyment of a well-dressed man.

“And me?” he prompts, still straightening the tie.

“Have you always been doing…well, whatever it is you do?” You stand, almost nervous to get too comfortable. He drops his hands, apparently done with the tie, but it’s not straight.

Your feet carry you to him easily enough, your hands going to the material without so much a request for permission. You don't notice his eyebrows rise at the familiarity of the gesture until the tie is laying correctly. Your face warms when you do and you step back.

You can’t understand the combination of anticipation and comfort you feel around him.

“Very kind of you,” is all he says before buttoning his cuffs. You clasp your hands together behind your back to keep from taking over. “And no, I’ve had other occupations.” But he doesn’t elaborate. “Verdict?” he asks, indicating his clothing.

“Very dapper.”

He grins at you, easy-like. “You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen. It’s all food from the outside.”

You yawn at the end of his words. “Sorry.”

His expression softens. “You’ve been run ragged.” He encircles your wrist with his fingers, leading you into the room he’s left. His bedroom.

Now that you're invited in, you can look closer. The bed is made, almost hotel-like with sharp, clean lines. There are a couple of books on the nightstand and you wonder what type of literature a half-fae would like before falling asleep.

He lets go of you and goes to pull out something from a dresser drawer. He offers it.

“Clean shirt you can sleep in.” His voice is soft, and a bit gravely and if being in his bedroom wasn’t conflicting enough, this is icing on the cake. You touch the shirt, taking it from him without an argument.

It’s better than trousers. Trousers that have an unmentionable amount of dirt and dust from traipsing about in the woods and old manor homes.

“Apologies that you cannot accompany me, but…” He scratches the nape of his neck. “It’s not done. Nor is it a wise choice.”

“Not much of a club kind of girl anyway.”

He smiles again, fondly. “What kind of girl are you then?”

Your gazes catch, time slows. Ensnared. He ensnares you.

“One that snores.” It’s your best defense.

That earns a chuckle. “Right. I’ll lock up. Don’t let anyone in.” The seriousness is back, and the concern.

“No worries there.”

He touches your cheek. He is touching you more, without the guise of protecting you. And you aren't resisting. “Rest then.” He starts to leave.

“Hyunjin.”

He pauses to look back.

“Thank—” you cut yourself off with a glare at him. His laugh is bright, like stars waking up in the deep deep blue of the sky. “Just, I appreciate your help. Even if you’re holding me hostage.”

“A somewhat willing hostage, though? I sent no ransom. There’s not an offer that would tempt me to let you go.” And with that searing quip of honesty, he disappears out of the room and you hear the door open and close. Then lock.

You steady yourself by sitting on the edge of his bed.

ch. 5

© yoongihan 2026. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans. 

[bbyquokka]

reunited - Ⅱ

– domestication with a little bit of spice .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | lee felix x fem reader

genre | established relationship , smut, idol AU – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | she/her pronouns , pet names , hair pulling , dom felix , brat reader , oral sex (bj) , deep throating , clit stimulation , vaginal fingering , degrading names , daddy kink , unprotected penetration (p in v) , orgasm denial , stomach bulge , it's implied that felix is big , creampie , squirting , aftercare

words | 4.4k ~ (4,429)

notes | chapter 2 of reunited! hope u all enjoy! (i have nothing to say here so, uh, yea, enjoy. i hope. leave feedback n reblogs n kudos n stuff, ehehe. love ya!)

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“god it feels good to be home!” felix groans as he flops down on the sofa, kicking his feet up and resting them on the coffee table. you look over at him from the kitchen, laughing softly to yourself as he rests his arms on the backrest and kicks his head back to expose and stretch out his neck.

the sounds of a stew slowly bubbling away in a deep pot on the stove. the smell of meat and vegetables trailing from the pot to felix, hitting his nostrils. he inhales deeply and hums softly, his stomach gurgling.

“rough day?” you ask as you wash your hands and dry them on a kitchen flannel. felix looks up at you and grins, shrugging his shoulders.

“so so. me and minho were just brainstorming some new choreography ideas and i had to help innie tie up some loose ends. all in all, it was a busy yet calm day.”

you nod your head as you semi-listen. you grab a ladle and stir the stew so it doesn't burn at the bottom, adding some salt and pepper for taste. 

“and how was your day, my love?” felix stands up and walks behind you. he wraps his arms around your stomach and rests his chin on your shoulder gently. you lean into his chest, humming softly and feeling safe and content.

“same old really. finally finished that project for uni.”

“that's good baby! it's one less thing to worry about. i know you were getting very stressed over it.”

“mhm.. this assignment is really kicked me in the butt. i was so close to quitting!”

“well, i'm proud of you for sticking at it, baby. it's just another hurdle you've jumped over.” felix kisses your cheek softly.

it's been a year and a half since you moved to korea to pursue your dream of being a graphic designer. you moved due to the fact that korea was the only country that provided the university course you wanted to do plus, it meant you and felix could be closer together.

with felix being an idol and living at the dorm, there wasn't enough room for eight plus one more so you bought a small student apartment that's conveniently between the jyp building and the university. with you being so close to him, felix now spends ninety nine percent of his time at yours, the one percent being when he sleeps at the dorms when he has schedules and events to attend.

“so, what's for dinner my love?” 

“homemade stew! my mother's recipe! i hope you're hungry because it's a lot.” you giggle. felix looks at the stew that's bubbling away, his mouth salivating and stomach gurgling. he swallows the extra saliva that's built up in his mouth before humming and nodding.

“i'm starving and it looks so freaking good!” 

“here.” you say as you grab a spoon and gather some of the stew onto it. “try some and tell me what you think.” you hold the spoon up to his mouth, hand under to catch any spillage. felix opens his mouth for you to place the spoon inside, before closing and swallowing the food.

“god that's so tasty!” felix groans.

“how's the seasoning? need any more salt? pepper?”

“it's perfect the way it is, my darling.” 

“sure?”

“a hundred percent.”

“ok, good! do you want to shower before food? i can plate you some up when it's ready.”

“do you mind? i feel like a shower is much needed right now.” felix grimaces before tickling your sides due to the fact you sniffed him and made a face, silently joking that he smells very bad.

you laugh hard as felix tickles you. you double over and attempt to fight him off but to no avail. 

“s-stop!! i'm s-sorry! you don't smell, really!” you splutter. felix stops for a split second, just enough time for you to add “well, only a little” before his attack starts again. many tears and fits of giggles later, felix stops and kisses your lips sweetly. you hum, holding onto his shoulders as you melt into him.

“don't be too long in the shower.” you whisper against his lips.

“why?”

“because i'll miss you.”

“i'll be two steps away, not that far!”

“i always miss you when you're not by my side.”

“smooth.” felix laughs before gently tapping your ass a few times and pecking your lips. “i'll be in the shower if you need me.” he smirks and winks before walking into the bathroom, leaving you flustered.

you clear your throat and go back to cooking and cleaning. the sound of the shower being heard and felix's soft singing. felix washes his hair and body, turning the shower off and stepping out to wrap a towel around his bottom half.

he does his skin routine, applying all his creams, lotions and oils before adding heat protection onto his hair. majority of felix's belongings now live with you, including all his expensive brand ware and skin care. there have been times where you thought about trying on his clothing but once you learnt how expensive everything is, you felt it was best to not touch anything at all.

“oh baby!” felix shouts from the bathroom as you grab two bowls and spoons to lay the dining table with.

“yeah?!”

“have you spoken to jisung lately?” you smirk.

“i speak to him everyday.” you emphasize the word ‘everyday.’ you're close to everyone in skz. once they learnt about you and your relation to felix did they welcome you with open arms. they have been the family you've never had and even though you're close with them all, you're especially closer to jisung.

you text on the daily. sending each other memes, videos and photos. felix is aware of your friendship with jisung and how close you both are but it doesn't bother him in the slightest–he trusts you enough.

“i'm glad you and ji are close, baby. i was worried that you wouldn't have any friends when you moved here and, even though i knew the members would welcome you, i'm glad you and ji found a special friendship!”

“that's sweet lix. you're the cutest.”

“not as cute as you. oh, by the way, i have to wake up early tomorrow so i won't be here when you wake up.”

“how early is early?”

“five AM early.” your heart sinks a little. a small feeling of disappointment settling in your stomach. you normally don't mind it but lately, you feel like it's been a little too frequent. you wouldn't mind waking up to your lover for once and you hoped it would have been tomorrow considering he isn't on a schedule.

“o-oh! ok..” you mumble. felix dries off his body and puts on some black boxer shorts. his eyebrows furrow together as he notices the sadness in your voice. you sigh heavily as felix walks out to you, gray sweats in hand.

“hey, what's up darling?”

“oh.. nothing.” you trail off as you place glasses on the table before turning the stove off. felix frowns before gently grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him.

“hey.” his voice is soft and gentle. you avoid his gaze due to the fact that you will crumble. “look at me.” you refuse before looking at him as he asks again. as expected, you crumble.

“i just want to wake up to you.. that's all. fuck it sounds so stupid when i say it out loud.” you laugh awkwardly, shifting your weight on each foot.

“hey. if something is bothering you, it's not stupid in the slightest. i wish we could wake up to one another and i'm sorry we can't. i know you're hurting because i am too but i promise you, i will make it up to you!” 

“no no! it's fine, honestly. i understand and knew what i was getting myself in for when we became a thing so you don't have to. it's just me being me..”

felix sighs softly before pulling you into his naked chest. he rests his chin on top of your head gently before swaying you both gently.

“let me make it up to you, baby. it's the least i can do. i will call and text as much as i can–as always!”

“you're not going to back down, are you?”

“nope!” you laugh softly before pulling away and kissing his cheek.

“fineee.” you huff. felix gives you a smirk and a wink to which you roll your eyes at. you gently slap his chest before going to grab the pot of stew.

“here, let me. you go sit down.” felix quickly puts on his sweats, ushing you to sit at the table. you compile, seating yourself as felix placing the pot of stew on the table in the middle before sitting opposite you. “after you darling.”

after dinner, felix cleans up which you didn't want him to. in fact, you wanted him to go and relax but felix is stubborn so when he insisted (instructed more like) that you go kick your feet up, you had no option but to oblige. 

you watch felix wash the dishes, drying them and placing them in the cupboards where they belong before wiping down the surfaces. his naked back on display that's showing off his fresh tattoo which he has yet to show stays. he told you his great idea for his tattoo reveal and you just know that stays are going to have a meltdown when it comes to.

once everything was in order, felix flops down on the sofa next to you. he puts his arms around your shoulders and pulls in close to his side. you hum and rest your head on his shoulder, hand on his thigh as you watch tv together. 

you draw idle patterns on his thigh, getting closer and closer to his groin. felix's eyes flicker to your hands as he watches them ever so carefully. he clenches his jaw as dirty thoughts swarm through his mind. you notice his grip on your shoulder has tightened a little making you well aware that he has noticed this little game of yours.

you smirk to yourself as you teasingly brush your fingers over his crotch. you feel his semi-hard on through the material which heightens the want to tease him even more.

felix squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the thoughts. he has to keep reminding himself that he has to wake up early in the morning. that he can't afford to be up all night with you–no matter how badly he wants to.

but with your trailing hands and your fingertips lightly brushing over his length is driving him insane. his heart starts to pump against his chest, heat pooling and hugging his groin in a nice warm hug. his fingers itching to grab your hair and pull it hard.

“don't.” felix growls as you tug mindlessly at the waistband of his sweats. you continue on with your antics, pulling at the waistband and letting it snap back against his skin. 

felix clenches his jaw as you continue to do it before grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so you're looking at him. you whimper, felix's grip on your hair tightening.

“i said don't.” he growls. you shiver at his tone of voice–deep and dominant. but that doesn't stop you.

“don't what?” you ask sweetly.

“don't tease me.”

“me? teasing? i would never, lixie!” you smirk before your eyes widen due to felix shoving your face close to his crotch.

“suck, brat.”

“no.” 

“don't test me, little one. take responsibility and suck. my boner isn't going to go away on its own.” you glance at his groin, noticing a very obvious tent that has formed. you swallow a little before looking up at felix.

he cocks his eyebrow, eyes glaring down at you as he waits. his grip on your hair tightening with each passing second. his temper wears thin which causes him to let out a long and slow sigh before lifting his hips up and pulling down his sweatpants.

his dick springs free. a heavy sigh of relief escapes felix's lips. you whimper a little as he pulls your head back by your hair so you're forced to look at him.

“i warned you.” he states. he pushes your head back into his lap only this time, his free hand is around the base of his cock. he rubs his tip along your lips, pushing a little to encourage you to open.

he smiles when you part your lips, forcing his cock inside your mouth. he lets go of your hair to hold the back of your head. you look up at felix through your lashes as you start to suck on him.

“there we go. that wasn't so hard now was it, brat?” you shiver as you whimper. eyes fluttering close as you suck half of felix's length. you swirl your tongue around his shaft, head bobbing and coating him in saliva. 

you rub his tip on the inside of your cheek before bobbing your head. felix pants a little from above you, his fingers running through your hair as he praises you and tells you how good you feel.

but it's not enough for him.

with the hand that's on the back of your head, he pushes your head down and raises his hips up. your nose touches his pubic area, tip touching the back of your throat. your eyes widen and tears spill as your gag reflex takes over by the sudden action.

saliva pools and spills from the stretched corners of your lips. you grip onto felix's thighs for stability as you feel his cock throb. he bucks his hips a few times, hands on the side of your head to keep it still whilst he fucks your mouth and throat.

he selfishly uses you for his own pleasure. his head kicking back and eyes fluttering close as he moans deeply. felix disregards you, ignoring your whimpers and your nails digging into his flesh. he thrusts faster and desperately, hoping wishing it's enough for him to feel satisfied–but it's far from.

“i need more.” he whispers before looking down at you. he feels some sort of satisfaction at your tear and drool stained face. his eyes scan your body before he leans down and pushes his hand down your underwear.

you whimper loudly as you feel his fingers stimulating your clit. he rubs fast, pleasure shooting up your spine at a rapid pace. his fingers dip between your folds, your wetness being soaked up on his fingers. he uses this to stimulate your clit some more, loving the way you fight the urge to close your legs.

two fingers slide into your entrance. his fingers instantly curling against your squishy walls whilst he drives them in and out fast. you halt your movements for a split second to allow yourself time to adjust to the sudden surge of pleasure that's coursing through you, however, felix didn't like that.

“don't stop brat. i didn't tell you to stop so why are you stopping?” his brows furrowed together before he bucks his hips upwards and hits the back of your throat with his tip countless times.

tears well in your eyes. your mouth and throat start to burn from the constant motion with your jaw aching badly but your cunt feels so good. it's throbbing around his fingers, soaking them nicely in your juices. with the pad of his thumb, he rubs your sensitive clit.

it all slowly starts to become too much, slowly building and building before threatening to explode. felix feels this with the way your walls contract around his fingers and your bobbing has become lazy and slow.

“hold.” he instructs. “let me have my fun first.”

he pulls his fingers out of you slowly. your orgasm slowly dwindles away much to your frustration. felix gently lifts your head up and off his cock, stroking your team stained cheeks as you pant for air.

he strips you off your pants and underwear before pulling you onto his lap so you straddle him. you bite your lip as you hold onto his shoulders, his hands on your waist.

“be good and ride me like the whore you are.” he sighs.

“b-but–” you start only to be cut off.

“are you seriously going to disobey me?” he reaches behind you and grabs the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “i don't think you're in the position to dare disobey me, yn.”

“i'm sorry, lix.” you whimper.

“excuse me?”

“daddy!” you correct yourself. “i'm sorry daddy.”

“good girl. now ride me.” you swallow and whimper softly as you lower yourself on felix's dick. you hiss at the stretch as he breaches you, taking in short breaths and relaxing as you lower yourself further down.

“oh fuck. good girl, just like that.” felix hums as he succumbs to your warmth. his hands planted firmly on your waist as you took in over half of him.

felix isn't small nor thin. in fact, he is quite the opposite so when his thick, big cock is only half inside you it's enough to see a small bulge in your lower stomach and it's also enough to make you feel incredibly full.

“don't stop. that's not all of me.”

“b-but daddy. you're so thick.. so big.. i already feel so full of you. see.” you lean back a little to show him the little bulge under your navel. felix places his hand over it and presses which causes you to grunt a little.

“true but it's not all of me, little one.”

“bu–”

“surely you're not going to disobey me once again, are you darling?” felix hums and coos, his eyebrows raised up. you shake your head no slowly before lowering yourself some more.

you pant heavily as felix's cock is fully inserted inside you. your body shivers as you grip onto his shoulders. felix gives you some time to adjust to his size. he might be a hard dom but he knows your limits. sure, a bit of pain mixed with pleasure is all fun and games but at the end of the day, he wants to make you feel safe and secure.

“ready?” he whispers, breaking the role of dom and sub for a split second to make sure you're ok. he tucks your hair behind your ear slowly as you nod.

with a shaky breath, you give felix the go ahead. he helps you at first by holding your waist and guiding you up and down on his cock. once he sees your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth agape does he let go and sit back, taking in the beautiful sight of his girl riding his thick cock.

you bounce fast and hard on him. you rise to the top, his penis threatening to slip out. before that happens, you drop with force that causes you both to moan out each others names. felix's hands squeezing and massaging your ass cheeks as he helps you keep that tempo whilst bucking his hips upwards.

his length strokes your gummy walls deliciously, tip hitting all the right places. your juices coat his hot shaft making it much easier for him to slip in and out with ease. moans, pants and wet sounds mix together and fill the living area with the squeaking sounds of the sofa.

gripping onto his shoulders, felix leans in and plants sloppy kisses along your neck. your hips falter, legs burning from the same movements so felix holds onto your lower back and places you down on the sofa. his cock still buried inside you to the hilt as he thrusts.

your back arches up off the sofa, chest bumping against his as he growls and groans. beads of sweat roll down his temples as his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. he grabs your thighs, his hands gripping onto the back of them as he pushes your legs to your chest.

your lower half lifts up off the sofa which allows felix to piledrive into you with such force and power. your body feels like it's melting and merging into the sofa, felix's low and animalistic growls sending tingles straight to your core which causes your walls to flutter around his shaft.

“lix.. can't.” you pant heavily. your head spinning and feeling dizzy. you can only focus on the lewd sounds your body is making as well as focus on the sweaty man that's pounding into you.

“you can. i know you can.” he groans as he feels your walls flutter and tighten around him, holding him in a vice grip. you whimper and splutter your words, heart thumping against your chest erratically. 

the orgasm you failed to have has been building and building until it burns. you've been holding on for so long that it's becoming impossible with each passing second. felix can feel that with the way you're clamping down around him, legs shake and toes curl.

felix could give you the ok whenever he pleases but he loves seeing you like this. he loves seeing you silently obey him, no matter how much of a struggle it seems for you. he loves watching every single thought leave your mind, your eyes glossing over and half lidded with a faint haze to your cheeks.

“want to cum, please! it hurts.” you beg. felix simply hums which heightens your frustrations. with each long and harsh thrust, the knot and heat pools and dares to spill over.

felix's hips and movements starts to falter. his eyes squeezed shut with sloppy and uncoordinated thrusting. his lips parted as he unevenly pants, head kicked back with his hands squeezing the back of your thighs so tightly, it leaves bruises.

“fuck. so tight!” felix groans. your walls are clamping around him at this point making it impossible for him to move. your stomach dipping as the overwhelming urge to orgasm washes over you.

“p-please!!” you beg.

“not yet. not until i've flooded your pretty cunt.”

you whimper loudly, the pain and pleasure mixing together. you moan, beg and plead felix all while your body shakes and burns. a few more thrusts later and felix moans deep and loud. his hips come to a standstill as his balls draw up and his cock twitches as he releases his seed in your cunt.

you groan at the warm feeling of your walls being flooded. felix hangs his head low as his body twitches and hips buck with each release. he does a few languid thrusts to push his cum deeper inside you before pulling out off you slowly.

“l-lix..” you sob. he hums as he pushes two fingers into your sore and swollen cunt. he thrusts his fingers, hooking them against your walls. you try to grab onto something, anything to keep you grounded.

“ok, you're free to cum darling.”

that's all you needed. a few more thrusts of his fingers and your orgasm hits you at full force. it knocks the air out off your lungs, your walls flutter around his fingers as your juices squirt out onto the sofa and felix's fingers and arm. silent moans and screams leave you lips as your body shakes and twitches.

felix thrusts his fingers slowly through your orgasm. you regain your breath and gently push away his hands before panting heavily and sinking into the sofa with exhaustion. your juices and cum slowly trickle out and mix together, making you feel a little disgusted but too exhausted to clean up just yet.

felix shuffles off the sofa, grabbing his clothing and walking to the bathroom. the sound of the shower running and felix rummaging around for towels and fresh underwear can be heard alongside.

you want to look but you're too weak and tired to lift your head up. all you can do is let your eyes close and sleep to take over. as you feel yourself drifting, you're rudely awoken by a pair of arms lifting you up off the sofa and carrying you bridal style.

“sorry baby but you can't sleep just yet.” he whispers as he walks to the bathroom. he gently places you down, allowing you to use his shoulder for support due to your wobbly and weak legs.

you pout as felix laughs before you he instructs you to pee. you do as he says, watching him step into the shower and the water running down his body. his toned body glistens in the bathroom light, his blue hair soaking up all the water.

the steam coats the glass and the tiles as the water bounces off the floor. felix looks over at you and beckons you over with a grin. you finish your business on the toilet before shakily stripping yourself naked and hoping into the shower the best you could.

“oof! careful!” felix grunts as you stumble into his wet chest. he wraps his arms around you which allows you to shift all your weight onto him.

“i'm tired.” you whisper. felix hums softly as he grabs the shampoo and squirts some onto the palm of his hand. he massages the soap into your hair and scalp, giving you a small massage in the process.

“let's clean up and head to bed then, baby.”

“want to spend more minutes with you.” you whine as felix washes the soapsuds from your hair before applying conditioner to the ends.

“i know baby but i have to be up early, remember?”

“yeah.. i know.” you mumble. felix gives you a small smile before kissing your cheek gently. you wash your body and the conditioner from your hair as felix washes himself.

you step out and dry off before putting on your clean underwear. you yawn and stretch as you walk to the bedroom. felix follows suit, sliding into bed and patting the space beside him. 

you grin, knowing it's time for cuddles. you slide in beside him, instantly cuddling into his side. he wraps his arms around your shoulders as your eyes slowly close.

the sounds of felix's rhythmic heartbeat plus his warmth is so soothing and relaxing to you. a sense of comfort and security washes over you, cuddling and holding you in a day, warm hug.

felix starts to hum softly as he plays with your hair and before you know it, you're drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Double Trouble (2)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader x Han Jisung

Summary: Your mom finally remarried years after your dad passed away. You knew he had sons, but you had no idea you would be so attracted to them. Being stuck here for the summer was going to be really interesting.

Warning: STEPCEST warning! Step brother! Han, Step Brother! Hyunjin, lingering touches, naughty thoughts, kissing, some petting. 18+ MDNI.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Thank you @igot7bulletproofmonstas for your help with this!! I couldn't have done it without you!

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Part one

Weeks.

It had been a few weeks since you moved into the house with Kevin, your mom and your step brothers. And it had been an exhausting, yet confusing last few weeks. Between the looks Han and Hyunjin were giving to you, the closeness of them when they passed you in the hallway, the grazing of hands, the lingering eye contact, it was driving you insane but also confused you to no end.

You had no idea if you were happy that nothing had happened between you and either, or if you were annoyed because nothing had happened. You'd never been in a situation like this, and you hadn't ever known anyone who had been in this situation. What were you supposed to do? How were you supposed to feel?

You had no idea.

That morning you woke up a little earlier than usual, hoping to get a quick sunrise swim in the ocean before anyone else headed out to the beach. You groaned as you stretched out in your bed, swinging your legs over the edge before shuffling towards your closed door. You turned the knob and pulled it open, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled towards the bathroom, not yet having the strength to fully lift up your feet. You hear a door open, but your brain didn't connect the fact that it was an actual person opening the door. You continue towards the bathroom, fully opening your eyes, and that's when you see it.

Hyunjin stands just outside the door frame of the bathroom, completely naked. You watched him reach up, stretching his muscular arms above his head before your eyes trailed down his body, seeing his abs. You knew you shouldn't but you couldn't help it. Your eyes kept going down, looking at his cock.

Your mouth drops open.

It was bigger than you expected. Prominent veins running from his shaft to the red tip. You wanted him to shove it down your throat and choke you with his cock. You close your mouth, swallowing the drool that had threatened to drip from your lips. You look up, seeing him staring at you, a little smirk on his face.

“Good morning, baby girl.” He murmurs, biting his lip slightly. “Like what you see?” He whispers. Panic soars through your body. As quickly as you could you turned around and sped walked back to your room, slamming the door a little loud for 6am. What else could you do? You were embarrassed yet so fucking turned on by seeing him fully. You tried to shake the image from your head as you crawled into your bed, deciding you were just going to go back to sleep. As you drifted into a sleep once again, you dreamt of all the things you wanted Hyunjin to do to you, and what you hoped he wanted to do.

Later that day, you woke up absolutely famished from your exhausting sex dream with Hyunjin. Your pussy throbs as flashbacks of his hands on you replayed in your mind like a movie. You crawled out of your bed, opened your door and peaked outside into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. Luckily it was. You walked out of your room, still in your silky nightgown and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a sandwich. You gathered everything you needed from the fridge and pantry, placing it all on the counter. You had turned on music in the kitchen, dancing while you made your food. You must have had it a little too loud because you didn't hear anyone come into the kitchen. You didn't hear the shuffling of feet towards you. You had no idea anyone was even home, until you felt someone's body pressed up against the back of you. You jump, startled. You turn around seeing Han standing there smiling. He had a black muscle shirt on, some shorts and running shoes. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and his face. He looked so fucking good.

“Hi.” He smiles.

“My god, Han.” You gasp. “You scared the shit out of me.” You breathe. “Alexa! Turn off!”

He laughs, biting his lips as he looks down at you. “So sorry.” He whispers. “I just needed a drink after my run.” He says, reaching forward, pressing his body against yours a little more. Your breath hitches as his lips brush against your ear, his hand grabbing a glass out of the cupboard behind you.

You take a deep breath in, smelling him, and despite being sweaty from his run, he smelled absolutely delectable.

“What's going on in here?” You hear from behind Han, your impure thoughts leaving in a split second. You panic, pushing Han away from you, only to see a smirking Hyunjin leaning against the door frame to the kitchen.

“I was just trying to make a sandwich.” You murmured, turning back around. You can't look either of them in the eyes.

“I thought you guys were fucking and didn't invite me.” He smirks.

You don't say anything. You can't say anything. Your brain was spinning. Han just chuckles, leaning against the counter beside you, where you had been just trying to focus on making your food. You can feel Han's eyes on you, watching you. You try to ignore him, until Hyunjin makes his way to the other side of the counter on the other side of you. He bends over, resting his arms on top of the counter top, staring at you. Butterflies fill your stomach as you lose your train of thought. Were you going to cut something? What were you putting on your sandwich again? You stand there just staring at the ingredients laid out in front of you and your mind is just blank.

Hyunjin reaches up, tucking your hair behind your ear and your body shuts down. You don't say a word, you slowly back away, leaving everything on the counter and walk away from the two men chuckling and watching you.

**

No matter where you went or what you did, you couldn't escape them. They were everywhere you were, even in this big ass house. You went into the pool, they joined you, watching you float, giving you those ‘fuck me’ eyes, whispering to each other. As much as you didn't want it to affect you it did. All of it. The touching, the glances, the sexual tension that anyone could cut with a knife the moment they walked into a room with the three of you. And as much as you tried not to, your mind often wandered to what it would be like to experience going to the eiffel tower with them. Your mom and Kevin both were working during the week, so usually the only time Hyunjin and Han would be relatively normal, was when they were home on the weekends.

But that wasn't always the case.

“Good morning, sweetie.” Your mom smiles as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, mom.” You yawn, looking around for something to eat.

“Listen, tomorrow night, a friend of Kevin, his wife and daughter are coming for dinner.” She smiles. “I just want to give you a heads up. It'll be a nice family dinner.”

“Sure mom, that's fine.” You smile, pouring your cereal.

“How are you adjusting? With Han and Hyunjin? Are they being nice to you?” She asks, making you laugh.

“We're not toddlers.” You chuckle. “They're fine. They've been… fine.” You mumble.

“I just want to make sure, just in case.” She smiles.

“In case of what?”

“You know.. if you were uncomfortable with them… especially being in the house alone with them for an extended period of time..” She murmurs.

“What exactly are you trying to get at?” You laugh.

“Kevin wants to take me on a trip next week.” She begins. “But I won't go if you don't want me to! If you're not comfortable around them…”

“Who's not comfortable around who?” Hyunjin asks, walking into the kitchen. “Good morning, Jane.”

“Oh I was just telling Y/N about the trip your dad wants to take me on next week.” Your mom smiles at Hyunjin.

“Are you not comfortable around us, Y/N?” Hyunjin asks.

Your brain goes blank. He stares at you with those gorgeous eyes and that gorgeous face and you just want to bury it between your legs.

“You know what, it's probably because we haven't spent a ton of time together. We're always just doing our own things. So we have a little get together going on tonight, Y/N, you should come.” Hyunjin smiles at your mom. He gives you a small wink, and you almost spit out your cereal. “We could all hangout, and you can meet some new friends.”

“Oh, Hyunjin! That sounds so lovely!” Your mom coos.

Oh yeah. Just lovely.

“So what kind of get together is this?” You ask.

“It's down at the beach.” Hyunjin begins.

“The beach? Hyunjin, did you invite Y/N to the bonfire!?” Han yells, walking into the kitchen. “I told you I was going to invite her to that!”

“You weren't around, was I supposed to wait?” Hyunjin asks.

“Well yeah.” Han huffs. “Is she going to come?” He asks Hyunjin, glaring at his brother. “Are you going to come?” He asks, turning towards you now.

You glance at your mom who has the biggest smile you have ever seen, while she aggressively nods her head. If she knew the thoughts you had been having about both of them, she would not be as enthusiastic about this.

“Yeah, sure, I'll come. That sounds fun.” You smile at the two handsome men standing in front of you. The moment they smile back at you, you just about crumble right in front of your mother. How embarrassing would that have been?

**

Hours later, after the sun had set and the moon was shining brightly, there was a raging fire on the beach, not too far from the house. You stood on the balcony of your room watching a mix of men and women talking, laughing, drinking and singing along to the music playing. You smiled to yourself watching two men argue about the music selection, and you wanted to go down to join but you were nervous. You hated meeting new people, especially walking up to a group without someone you know standing beside you. Yes, Hyunjin and Han were both down there but you didn't really know them either. You begin to get lost in your thoughts when you hear your name being called. You look down and see both Han and Hyunjin with their hands around their mouths to make themselves louder, calling out for you.

“Come down!”

“Come on, Y/N!”

You laugh to yourself, taking a deep breath before you head back inside, going downstairs and out the back door. Your toes touch the cool sand, and it immediately calms you down. You walk up to Han and Hyunjin, who stand there waiting for you, the glow of the fire defining the features on their faces.

Fuck. How were they both so hot?

“Come, meet some people.” Han says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the group of people.

“Everyone listen up.” He yells. “This is Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N.” The group yells, making you laugh.

“Hi, everyone.”

“Okay, so this is Chan, Changbin, Lisa, Minho, , Jeongin, Jennie, Rose, Seungmin, Lily, Mae and Felix!” Han explains, pointing to everyone. You do an awkward little wave and before you know it, Han is called away and you can't see Hyunjin. You stand there observing, anxiety beginning to swirl in your stomach. You were just about at the point of turning around and going back up to the house, when you're approached by someone.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks.

“Hi, oh yeah, I'm good.” You smile.

“Do you want a drink to take the edge off?” He asks.

“Oh my god, please.” You laugh. You follow him to the cooler, that has quite a few options. You grabbed a cooler, along with a shot that you were offered by who you were pretty sure, was Chan.

You take the shot, feeling it in your empty stomach and happily cracking open your cooler.

“Thank you for this, by the way.” You breathe.

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Getting there. Do you have any more shots in that magic cooler of yours?” You laugh.

Chan perks up, a big smile radiating on his face. He was really hot too, they all were. What the fuck was in the water?

You and Chan do at least three more shots, and by that point you hadn't even remembered that at one point you had been nervous to join the party. You sat with Chan and you laughed, harder than you had in a while, giggling while touching his arm from laughing so hard.

“No you fucking didn't.” You yell, squeezing his arm as you try to hold in your laughter.

“I did! And it was the worst day of my life, still to date.” He laughs.

“Oh my god, that's so funny. But I think I have you beat on that.” You say.

“I'm gonna need to hear this story now.” Chan laughs.

“And you will. In a minute, I just have to go to the house for a minute.” You say. Chan nods his head and you quickly get up, walking back to the house.

You quietly open the back door, sneaking inside to make sure you don't wake up your mom or Kevin. You tip toe towards the bathroom, but you didn't need to use it, you just wanted to freshen up a little. You were drunk, a little drunker than you were used to but you felt good. You close the bathroom door, looking at yourself in the mirror.

The door opens. You went to push it closed and let whoever it was know it was occupied but the door was shoved open. Hyunjin walks in, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing to me?” He whispers.

“What? I'm not doing anything to you.”

“You're driving me fucking crazy.” He breathes. “I've never been so jealous of one of my friends just talking to someone, yet here I am, fucking raging that Chan has all your attention.”

“Hyunjin…”

“No more talking.” He spits. In no time, his lips are on yours and you don't back away from the kiss. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or you finally giving into your desires, but either way it felt so fucking right.

His hands are all over your body as his mouth moves with yours, slipping his tongue into yours to deepen the kiss. It was like neither of you could get enough of each other. Within seconds his hands were on your ass before he hoisted you up onto the counter, the kiss never breaking. You don't think about what your hands are doing, you're so focused on his lips on yours and the desperation in the kiss from both ends. You only realize you were unbuckling his belt and trying to pull down his pants to pull out his cock, when there's a knock at the door.

“Occupied.” Hyunjin spits, breaking the kiss.

“Oh my god.” You panic. You push him away, pulling the door open before running out of the bathroom and up the stairs to your room.

You lay down on your bed, your head spinning as you replay the kiss in your head over and over again. You touch your lips, still feeling his on yours. You can't believe it happened. Your eyes fluttered closed, Hyunjin the last thing on your mind before you fell asleep.

**

You woke up the next morning, feeling rough. You had slept in the clothes you wore to the party, and smelt like fire. You dragged your ass out of your bed and to the bathroom, not caring if you saw anyone while you looked like trash. You got undressed in the bathroom, washing the smell of campfire from your body and your hair, letting the water rain down on you until you felt somewhat like yourself again. With your eyes closed, you replayed the night before, and that's when you remembered.

You and Hyunjin. You kissed. And it was so hot. And as much as you didn't want to, you so badly wanted more. With a sigh, you step out of the shower, wrap yourself in a towel and go to your room to get dressed in some comfy clothes. When you were done, you went downstairs to see your mom all dressed up, looking nice.

“You look nice, mom. Date night?” You ask.

“Y/N!” She harshly whispers. “It's four thirty in the afternoon! Why are you not ready!?” She asks.

“Ready for what?”

“The dinner! They are going to be here in 30 minutes!”

“Fuck.” You groan. You had totally forgotten.

“Did you just get up!? I thought you were getting ready!”

“I'm going, I'm going!” You say, turning around, heading back to your room.

A little while later you looked presentable, wearing a cute little dress with your makeup done and your hair at least brushed and dried. You made your way downstairs, listening to the sounds of laughter and chit chat.

“There she is.” Your mom announces. Suddenly all heads turn, but the only ones you can seem to notice are Han and Hyunjin. Both their eyes are on you, dragging up and down your body with very lustful eyes.

“Y/N, this is Mark, Cathy and their daughter Miranda.” Your mom tells you.

“Hi.” You smile. “So nice to meet you all.”

You, Hyunjin, and Han sit there listening to the parents all chat, while Miranda sat there and stared at Han. You understood her attraction, because you felt the same.

“Shall we head to the table for dinner?” Kevin asks. “Oh, Y/N, you're going to be sitting in between Han and Hyunjin, okay?” He says, over his shoulder.

Excellent.

You couldn't focus. You had no idea what anyone was talking about. You sat in between both men, a plate of food in front of you and you couldn't eat it. On your left sat Hyunjin, who was fully immersed in the conversation with his hand laid on your bare thigh. His fingers made a small circle as he chatted with your mom and the guests with ease. And on your right sat Han, who wasn't talking as much, but laughing along with everyone, with his hand on your other thigh. Slowly inching his way up and down, sending shivers down your spine, making your pussy throb even harder than it had been over the last few weeks.

It was becoming so overwhelming, you desperately needed a minute away. You clear your throat, setting your napkin on the table. “If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go to the bathroom.” You say, scooting your chair back. Both men pull their hands away from you as you stand up, silently making your way to the bathroom. You close the door behind you, looking around, remembering Hyunjin once again, and once again in this bathroom, the door is pushed open. You tried to close it, but it was pushed open harder, this time by Han.

“I really need to start locking this door.” You sigh.

“What happened between you and Hyunjin last night?” He asks. “I know something did and he wouldn't tell me, and then you didn't come back.”

“Han.” You sigh. “We, uh, we kissed.. bu..” you begin, until he cuts you off.

“Like this?”

Suddenly, his lips are on yours. His tongue in your mouth and you loved it. He turns the two of you around, pressing you against the door of the bathroom, one of his hands gripping your hair, with his other hand leaning against the door as he presses his body against yours. You can feel yourself melting into the kiss, just like you did with Hyunjin. You had been hoping that there would be one you would have less of a connection with, but as of right now it was equal for both and you were so fucked.

Han pulled away from you with a grin on his face and you were spinning. “We should get back.” He whispers, opening the bathroom door, pulling you along behind him back towards the table. He drops your hand seconds before you guys get back into the room, and Kevin perks up quickly.

“Ah, Han, you're back! I hope you don't have any plans tomorrow." He grins.

**

The next day, you were sitting on the living room couch watching a show when a sulking Han walked down the stairs. His dad and Miranda's dad had organized for them to go on a date while Han had been using the bathroom. He didn't want to go, he had no interest in Miranda. He only had eyes for you but of course he couldn't tell his dad that.

“Have fun on your date.” You smile. He turns to glare at you, about to say something but Kevin comes around the corner.

“Off to pick up Miranda?” He asks Han.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Can't wait.” Han mumbles.

“Have fun tonight and be a gentleman.” Kevin reminds Han, who doesn't answer, only grabs his keys and walks out the door.

“Jane, you coming?” Kevin yells.

“I'm here, I'm here.” Your mom says, rushing into the room with her purse in her hand. “Y/N, Kevin and I are going to do some shopping for our trip. We'll probably get dinner out, so I left some money on the table for you to get some pizza.” She smiles at you.

“Is it just me here?” You ask, thinking at least Hyunjin was home.

“I think Hyunjin went out earlier.” Kevin says, smiling at your mother.

House to yourself for a while? Yes please.

“Have fun!” You tell them before they walk out the door, leaving you to relax by yourself.

You settled into the couch, continuing to watch your show, deciding you would order some food a little later on. You were fully immersed in what was happening on the show, you didn't notice Hyunjin come around the corner.

It scared the shit out of you when you spoke. “Where is everyone?” He asks.

“Oh my fucking god.” You yell, jumping in your seat. “I thought you weren't home.”

“I went out earlier but I took a nap.” He chuckles.

“Mom and Kevin went out to do some shopping for their trip, and Han is out with Miranda.” You explain.

“So we're here… alone?” He asks.

You nod your head, turning it back to look at the tv screen. Hyunjin wanders over to the couch, sitting down next to you.

“What are you watching?” He asks.

“It's some murder mystery show, I heard good stuff about it on tiktok.”

“Is it any good?” He asks.

“So far so good.” You murmur.

You both sit side by side watching the show and you're fully aware of how close his body is to yours. You're struggling to concentrate on what was happening. You can't focus on anything but him.

“I really want to kiss you again.” He whispers.

You don't think before you speak.

“I really want you to kiss me again.” As the last word left your mouth, Hyunjin pulled you onto his lap to straddle him, his mouth on yours instantly with his hands laid on your ass. You're so into the kiss, you don't notice at first his hands helping you grind yourself on his lap. You can feel his cock growing underneath you, making you even hornier than you had been over the last few weeks.

“Fuck.” He hisses, throwing his head back onto the back of the couch. You don't stop grinding on him, peppering sloppy kisses along his jaw and his neck. “I wanna fuck you.” He whispers.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask, sitting up, biting your lip while you stare into his eyes.

Hyunjin smiles at you, flipping you over onto your back, hovering over you. He leans down to kiss you once again, but you hear the front door opening. Before you can push him off of you, you hear footsteps walking towards the living room, stopping the second they see Hyunjin on top of you.

“What the fu..” Han says, eyes wide.

“Oh my god.” You huff, pushing Hyunjin away from you. “I need to take a shower.” You say, jumping up off the couch, rushing past Han and running up the stairs.

You can hear the faint sounds of yelling as you reach the top of the stairs, slamming the door to the bathroom closed. You start the shower, stripping off your clothes, letting the water fall onto you, trying to cleanse yourself of almost sleeping with Hyunjin. Seconds later you hear the bathroom door open, you open your eyes seeing both men standing outside the shower. They both watch you, taking off their own clothes. You watch them pull down their pants, their already hard cocks springing free. You want to drool staring at these two sexy, naked men standing in front of you.Four words are spoken, four words that will end up changing everything for you.

“Can we join you?”

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WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? | 16

After a year abroad, Hwang Hyunjin comes back different. Much to your dismay, the change isn't only on the outside.

★𓂃 PAIRING(S) | Hyunjin x reader, ft Jisung x reader ★𓂃 THEMES | jerk!hyunjin, slowburn <3, friends to frenemies to lovers kinda?, f2l, buzz cut and mullet hyunjin, buff!hyunjin, ft other members ★𓂃 WORD COUNT | 2.3k+ ★𓂃 RATING | pg13 ★𓂃NOTE | sorry this took so long my mom took my pc (where i write and post from) for a week T^T. i hope you all enjoy, im working on the next part asap! also with everything happening, i just want to say, i hop everyone following me is on the right side of history. i do not support ICE, or Israel, and i hope that we can all be liberated some day soon. take action where you can, and stand up for what you believe it. stay safe, take care of yourself, and have a great day/night!

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It had been about two weeks since the whole thing in the shed. You’d made it back down the mountain a few days after getting locked in, and you hadn’t seen Hyunjin since.

Christmas came and went without much fuss between any of you. You’d all done your usual early gift exchange—low-key, a movie night the day before—so everyone could spend the actual holiday with their families.

The week after that, you were off campus, back at your family’s place with Felix since his flight back from Australia landed before the semester started up again. You hadn’t really texted Hyunjin during that time. Part of you was too unsure to reach out—and, thankfully, he hadn’t either.

Now, on the first day back in classes, you've barely had time to think about the guy. Gathering syllabuses, supplies, and finding your new classrooms had taken up your entire day. Not to mention, your energy as well. 

“I forgot how heavy sketchbooks are…” you mumble to yourself, sighing as you sag into your desk. One of the only classes that hadn’t changed with the semester—Illustration—you hum at the feeling of your familiar desk.  

Unfortunately, this class is also the only one to have an assignment due tomorrow. Concept sketches. Your professor thought it would be beneficial for you all to do concept sketches of where you want to be by the end of this semester—perhaps that meant being more social, or more conservative, or just the same—it just had to be realistically obtainable. 

You let out a deep sigh as you will yourself to start taking out some supplies from your bag. Sketchpads, pencil cases, eraser sets. You’re digging in your backpack for your laptop—conceptualizing your work in collages was one of your favorite things to do—when a voice interrupts your quiet ambiance. 

“Someone’s getting an early start on the homework,” Hyunjin’s voice breaks through the silence, his tone so chipper you can almost hear the grin on his face. 

You give him a quick glance before you return to tugging your laptop out of your bag. He drags his feet closer to your desk, his bag hanging from his hand, swinging as he makes his way closer to you. He leans against your desk, making the wood creak ever so slightly under his weight. 

You hear the grazing of fingers against paper and look up to see what Hyunjin could be doing, only to see him tracing along one of your sketchbook pages. “What’re you—” your words catch in your throat as you shove his hand away from the book and slam it closed, fighting off the blush threatening to fill your cheeks, “That’s old.”

Hyunjin’s smile doesn’t waiver, instead it grows as he trains his gaze on you. “Right… either way, thanks for making me look so handsome.” You shake your head, a small chuckle leaving from your lips at his words. Hyunjin stands there for another awkward second, before shoving his hands into his pockets and letting out a nervous breath. “So… there’s this like, underground concert this weekend…”

“You? Underground?” You laugh a bit, eyebrows raised in confusion at him, despite your joking tone. You knew Hyunjin always had an affinity for underappreciated art, but with his more updated taste, you weren’t sure that part of him had survived. 

“Yes, underground,” he glares at you, his smile still present on his lips. “would you go with me?”

You lick your lips, thinking it over. You had agreed to give Hyunjin some sort of chance, and be more civil with him… but you didn’t want to seem too forgiving too quickly. “I don’t know…”

He almost seems to scramble to convince you, his eyes pleading as he looks for the right words. “Okay, I get it if you don’t want to, but if you do go and you don’t like it, I’ll take you to do whatever you want. Whether you want food, or to go home, whatever it is. Just give it a chance, please?”

Hope rises in his chest at your consideration. 

“I’ll go,” you pause for a minute, giving him an analytical look. He only seems to look any sort of worried when your expression morphs into a more mischievous one. “but only if Jisung can come too.”

He seems to stiffen up a bit at that, his jaw dropping for only a second before he picks it back up and you can see it clenching from inside his mouth. The two of you have a silent moment that almost seems like a battle of sorts, but it only lasts a few seconds until he gives in, slouching in defeat. “Okay.”

“Well don’t sound too thrilled now,” you tease, seeing the visible disappointment on his face that he does his best to cover up. 

Even if you hadn’t seen Hyunjin much since that night, he had still put some effort into reconciliation. You hadn’t texted Hyunjin much since then, sure, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been texting you. Asking about your day, doing his best to drag you to a few parties, even sending you posts on social media. You just hadn’t been very reciprocal with your responses. You ignored as many posts as possible, dodged every gathering he had invited you to, and gave him curt answers to his questions. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him—you did to a degree, at least—but you didn’t really know how anymore. This level of friendship wasn’t something you could just fall back into, and you didn’t feel like trying too hard to find your way back to it. Hounestly, you’re surprised to say yes even today. Maybe it was the fact that you could already see the future stress you’d be feeling once this week ended, or maybe it was because he looked even more incredible after you hadn’t seen him in over a week, but whatever it was, you hope you don’t regret your decision.

——

You were right. 

The week had absolutely drained you, and while you aren’t a party person, some good music and alcohol could really lift your spirits right now. 

You and Jisung discuss your classes together this semester, mainly the odds that you two would wind up in the same Lit class considering Jisung’s interpretations of classic novels and poetry were nowhere near yours in terms of anything, oblivious to the unamused and possibly regretful frown on Hyunjin’s lips. Sure, you were sitting next to him and Jisung was in the backseat, but the way you were practically playing twister to speak to Jisung made him wish he had just called the whole thing off. 

Luckily for him, he makes it out of his car before Jisung has the chance to unbuckle his seatbelt, jogging around the side and opening your door in a manner that makes you give him a look. “I guess chivalry isn’t completely dead,” you don’t fail to see his playful eye roll. Before you know it, he grabs your hand in his, and is tugging you inside the bar, ignoring jisungs quiet pleas to wait for him—at least, until you give him a warning glare. 

The room is bright and dark all at the same time. There’s hardly any regular lighting, most of it coming from glow sticks, cheap lasers, or strobing lights that you weren’t really sure where they came from. Yet somehow, the actual bar area itself was dim, and you found yourself drifting to it to sit at one of the cocktail tables before you knew it. 

“Oh, don’t be boring,” Hyunjin sighs when he sees how you’ve settled yourself. He had left for one minute to get you some drinks, and next thing he knows you’ve already set up camp away from the dance floor. “I brought you to dance!”

You wave him off, gesturing to Jisung to pull up another barstool. “I’ll join you later… maybe. I need a minute to adjust first.”

Hyunjin doesn’t give Jisung a moment to talk, shaking his head at you before dancing his way into the crowd. As it turns out, the edm vibe wasn’t meant to last the entire night, and after a few more tracks the dj introduced a band you’ve never heard of and the bright LEDs dimmed to match the warm lighting of the bar. Hyunjin seemed ready, already having worked up a sweat from all the jumping and head banging he had done the last ten minutes. 

Without the strobes flashing your vision silly, you could finally take in the bar for what it’s worth. With the incandescent lighting and soft rock cover band in the background, you could see much more why he was attracted to this place—and why he thought you would like it as well. 

The accent wall opposite to the bar was covered top to bottom in records and CDs, from classic rock, to indie, to even jazz and classical music. Not to mention the art. The walls themselves were decorated, one large wall being covered in a gorgeous mural combing early pop art, to renaissance styles, and even anime and ancient cave or Mesopotamian art, the whole thing was incredible. Then the accent wall in the hall leading to the bathroom—though you could only see a few feet of it, it seemed to be covered in graffiti by artists and others who just wanted to leave a mark that they were there, 

“This place is really cool, huh?” Jisung asks as if reading your mind, his own eyes glued to the guitars hung up behind a glass pane on one wall. 

You nod, barely managing to bring your gaze back to face him. How on Earth did Hyunjin find this place? “It’s insane, how much art is in one little bar. I mean,” you pause to emphasize your words, “even this table is painted to look like Blowin’ in the Wind, that’s incredible.”

Jisung eyes widen at that, the music major in him almost spitting out his drink at your observation. What could you expect from someone who has probably taken more music appreciation classes than you could possibly imagine? 

The last song fades out as the band announces a quick intermission to fix a technical difficulty, the small crowd letting out a collective sound of disappointment before fizzling to the bar area as they wait for them to regroup. Hyunjin included as he reappears in front of your table, a sweaty grin on his face that looked even more beautiful in the warm glow of the halogen bulbs. Why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

“You guys enjoying it here? We can leave if you want,” he offers, staring at your barely touched drinks and how it seems you haven’t moved a muscle the entire time he’d been out on the dance floor. 

“What? This place is great!” Jisung protests, though he knows Hyunjin is mainly asking you. Either way, you share his sentiments. 

“I’m just not in the dancing mood, but this place is gorgeous. How did you find it?” You tell him, eyes gleaming in wonder as you try to focus on anything but his muscles shimmering under the golden lighting. Look at the paintings, look at the paintings…

It wasn’t that hard to do since there was so much beauty in the bar, but still.

Hyunjin cracks a smile. “Actually, Yeonjun and I work here during the week. I just haven’t been rescheduled yet since we were on break and some other students needed the shifts, but I’ll be back next week.” 

Your eyes snap back to his. “You… work here…?” You say slowly, as if you e never heard anything more unbelievable in your life. “You’re lying.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “Why would I lie about where I work? Just because you think I’m some poser popular guy doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to actually have taste, y’know. It’s actually part of the reason I brought you—well you guys here. I get an employee discount on all the drinks.”

“Ah, and here I thought you just wanted to share something nice with us,” you taunt, leaning back towards Jisung. 

“Kind of hard to share it when you won’t leave the bar,” he says a bit low, like he doesn’t care too much if you do or don’t hear him. “I’m gonna get back out there if you feel like joining me any time soon.” 

“Go have your fun, we’re good here for now,” you flick your wrist at him dismissively, urging him back to the dancefloor. Jisung gives him a small wave and you see Hyunjin wave back. Improvement? 

Jisung waits for Hyunjin to be out of earshot, biting his lip nervously as he builds up the courage to ask his question. “So like… I don’t know if this is too much to ask or something—you can tell me if it is—but is there something going on with you two…?”

You almost jump in surprise from the question. What? “How did you get that idea?” Was it obvious you were checking him out? 

He shrugs, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “I mean, I just wasn’t sure. The way he looks at you… and how you put up with his attitude… I was thinking maybe it was something more than friends or…” He trails off at the sight of you downing your drink. “Woah I didn’t mean to stress you out or anything!”

You gulp down the last bit, holding your hand out in front of him. How could he think that? Taking a deep breath, you look at him. “We’re barely friends again Jisung. It’s nothing like what you were thinking.”

Jisung almost looks like he doesn’t completely believe your words, but seems to resign on any arguments he may have had. “Then, in that case…”

Your heart stills at his words.

“... would you maybe, go out with me?”

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[kpop---scenarios]

Dance Practice

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: You show up to practice in less clothes than usual, and everyone loses focus.

Warning: Smut (unprotected) 18+ ONLY. MDNI

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Okay you guys, let's get ready. Y/N should be here shortly.” You hear Chan yell as you push the dance room door open, ready to practice. Stray kids were doing a special performance, and you being a dancer but also friends with them, they asked if you had been interested in dancing alongside them.

Of course you said yes. Who in the world would ever pass on an opportunity like this?

You open the door, stepping inside the studio, letting the door slam shut behind you. 8 heads turn to look at you. “Hey guys.” You smile, setting your bag down, off to the side before going to stand where you were supposed to. No one said anything. No one said hi, they all only stared at you.

“Um.” Chan says, clearing his throat. You notice him shaking his head slightly, trying to get himself into practice mode, or so you assumed. “Let's start… at the beginning.” He says, staring at you. You give him a smile, but he looks away. You were sure you knew exactly why they were being so weird, and honestly it made you feel so fucking good about yourself. You wore very little clothes to practice today. Usually you were in baggy sweats, with a big t-shirt, but today you wore short shorts, with a v-neck crop top, the complete opposite and they all must have forgotten that you were a woman with an actual body.

“The beginning? Let's do it.” You grin, looking forward, into the mirror and directly at Chan. You'd had a crush on him for years, and that crush only amplified when you started working so closely with the group. Sometimes he would have you come into the studio to listen to samples he was working on for songs, asking you if a choreo sparked in your head when you listened to it. Working closely with him always made your heart flutter and your pussy fucking throb. You would happily admit that you thought about him eating your pussy, or about his cock pounding into you. It gave you shivers every time you thought about him touching you in any capacity.

**

It had been hours. Hours of practicing but you were the only one who was continuously getting the choreography down each time you ran through it. The rest of them.. well they were trying, or at least you thought they were trying. One glance at you and they all seemed to forget the difference between left and right, and you could tell it was pissing Chan off.

“Alright!” Chan yells, cutting the music. “Let's break for lunch. Go away for a couple hours and come back with clear heads and ready to work.” He tells the guys. They all disperse, grabbing their things before heading towards the door. You go to grab your bag but Chan stops you.

“Except you.” He says, pointing at you.

“Me?” You ask, pretending to be shocked, pointing at yourself.

“I have to talk to you.” He mumbles, watching the rest of the members walk out the door. He wanders over, closing the door, locking it before turning to face you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asks.

“I was going to go for lunch.” You say. “But you wanted to talk to me.”

“Don't be a smart ass. You know exactly what I mean.”

“Do I?” You murmur. “I don't think I do.”

Chan walks towards you, a humorless smile spread across his face. Your breath hitches, you back up as he keeps going, until your back is against the mirror, and Chan's body is pressed against you. He leans his head down, his lips just inches away from yours.

“You do.” He whispers. “Were you hoping to get a reaction from this outfit?” He asks.

“Maybe.”

“Well congrats, you got it.” He says, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

You gulp.

He leans down, harshly pressing his lips to yours. The reaction is instant. Your arms shoot up around his neck, deepening the kiss. You move your mouth with his, opening it to give him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, which he happily takes.

The kiss isn't long enough for your liking. Chan pulls his lips from yours, a darkness taking over in his eyes. He doesn't say anything to you, only grabs your arms, swiftly turning you around pressing your front against the mirror.

“You wanna act like a bad fucking girl, you're gonna get punished like one.” He growls, yanking your shorts down. They pool around your ankles, you instinctively step out of them, letting Chan spread your legs for you.

You were so fucking wet.

Dominate Chan, was unlike any other Chan.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants, letting his hard, throbbing cock spring free. You couldn't see it but you just fucking knew he had pre cum seeping from his tip. Chan forces his cock inside you, giving you no time to adjust to the thickness. Your pussy stretches out, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“F-fuck.” You hiss, your face pinned against the mirror, Chan's body pinned against yours as he thrusts his cock inside of you over and over again.

As Chan fucks you, he leans his head forward, his lips grazing your ear. “Don’t even think about cumming.” He grunts. “If you're good now, you'll get rewarded later.” He tells you.

Fuck, that made your pussy throb even more. You desperately wanted his fingers to be rubbing your clit while he fucked you.

“You're not gonna let me cum?” You whimper, your hands now pressed against the mirror.

“Fuck no.” He moans. “Now be good for me baby and take my fucking cock.”

“Holy shit.” You gasp, clenching your cunt around him.

You knew it had been a while for him. It had been a while for you too. And you knew that he wasn't going to last very long either, so you absolutely wanted more later and for longer.

The room is filled with the sounds of his panting and yours. He grabs a clump of your hair, yanking your head back as his thrusts get faster and harder.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” He groans. “Suck my cock.” He mumbles, pulling himself out of you. In an instant, you drop to your knees, wrapping your mouth around him. He shoves his cock down your throat, and two pumps later he cums, spilling his hot seed down your throat.

Chan huffs as he pulls his sensitive cock out of your mouth. You stand up, swallowing his cum. You smile, sticking out your tongue to show him it was gone.

A big smile spreads across his lips. “Oh my god.” He laughs. “You're trouble.”

“I can be. Just wait for tonight.”