#9th member reader

[hyuneskkami]

⭔ . 𐔌 스키즈 .ᐟ ꒱ ─ in your fantasy ✦

⭑ skz!ot8 ⓘ reader collaborating with ateez for a stage performance at the golden disc awards except skz didn’t know about it and she surprises them.

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕ platonic!skz!ot8 ₊ ‎ ‎ 9th member!f!reader ˙ . ꒷ masterlist ! ⭑ 🎤 ⋮ fluff — ⭔

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕an. lwk this is what i be doing in my shower everyday. also. in your fantasy supremacy ts is so tuff <3 here’s the song if you wanna listen to it while reading (:

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕warnings+tags. use of yn, ynnie, noona. js cute fluff. songfic (?). lyrics/singing mentioned in italics.

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕wc. 0.8k

you look at the floor, breathing slowly through the black mask studded with rhinestones. your back faced the crowd.

your body began swaying to the intro beat of ‘in your fantasy’ by ateez. four boys stood on either side of you, facing the crowd. san and wooyoung were directly beside you. 

yeah, I know what you into…

baby, got a type…

yeah, I could be gentle…

but that ain’t what you like…

the lights shone on you all at the beat drop, and the boys began vibing as they hyped up the crowd while standing in their places. 

they moved around, but made sure to give you enough space to minimally dance the choreography—your back still turned to the crowd, mask on.

lips you’re biting, it’s inviting…

and it’s hot as hell…

trust your body, i’m nobody…

I don’t kiss and tell…

at the next change of beats, you turn around to face the crowd. their cheers grew louder at you—the mystery girl at the centre of ateez’s performance. 

release your inhibitions…

there ain’t no point in fighting…

don’t need no good intentions…

so why you tryna find it?

you caught your members’ eyes as you began singing, but you knew they wouldn’t recognise you right away. not just because of the mask that covered half of your face, but also because you hadn’t told them about your surprise collaboration with ateez today. 

just scream and shout, yeah…

and keep on dancing…

let it out, yeah…

i’ll make you come and get it…

you held the corners of your mask carefully, shifting the mic in your hand. san shared his next few lines with you as you both harmonised with ease.

read between the lines, look here, lucifer. 

devil in disguise, we know how this works…

right before the chorus, you rip off your mask, and throw it to the crowd. you were right to assume everybody screamed. you sang while dancing with the boys.

come take a seat in your fantasy…

i’ll set you free from your sanity…

your eyes darted to look at your own members’ reactions. their mouths were open, and some of them were at the edge of their seats while the rest were already standing with wide eyes. you smirked at their shock, happy to take them by surprise. 

heaven is in my stare…

ain’t gonna take you there…

you gave a hundred and ten percent of your energy till the end of the performance. as soon as the lights dimmed after your ending fairies and you left the stage, you dramatically collapsed against mingi and hongjoong.

“you guys better pay for my massage sessions after today,” you groaned as your muscles cried desperately for a quick break. they laughed at you, hair equally disheveled as yours. 

“you did so good, yn, I was even looking at felix and changbin, and they were impressed. you could tell easily,” wooyoung said, patting your back. you laughed in response, grinning wide as a familiar body tackled you.

“hyune!” you exclaimed at the sudden hug.

“why didn’t you tell us before, noona?!” jeongin asked, jumping up and down excitedly. 

“yeah, yn! why didn’t you?! we would’ve prepared handmade signs and all! like reeeeal fans,” han said with his gummy smile. 

“seriously, you sounded so good. I didn’t even know you could hit notes like that!” seungmin gushed, forgetting to be nonchalant.

“and when did you even workout so much? I could see the pump from so far away too, and your muscles weren’t as defined before! that’s such crazy improvement, ynnie!” changbin complimented. you started feeling blood rush to your face at your members’ words. 

felix let you breathe before crushing you in a hug. “that was amazing,” he said quietly. “you looked so… ethereal. beautiful. I don’t know. there’s no right words for it,” he smiled his sunshine-smile. 

lee know ruffled your hair like you were his favourite cat. well. maybe you were.

“you asked them to sign your photocards before the performance, didn’t you?” he grinned. you swatted his shoulder, knowing he was right anyway. 

“did you tell them who your ateez bias is?—” you quickly clasped a hand over lee know’s mouth.

“shhh! what if they’re still here?!” you scolded him lightly. he pushed you away with a finger to your forehead, laughing.

“you did really well out there,” chan said as he walked towRds you. he smiled at you like a proud father. “I had to physically hold these boys down and stop them from flipping the couch.” you laughed.

“thanks. I had a lot of fun too,” you admitted. he pulled you in for a hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“my sweet, talented girl,” he smiled. 

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕tl. @dejundesign @seraphicloves @www-hanverse @inejghafawifesblog @doliveiraa @fawnoverdawn @jiniretsleftear @meelbarnes @angstylittleb1tch @hannieverse00 @minnieverse148 @stayalittlelonger143 @ajskz @lezleeferguson-120 @averys-place @dolphin-scream-s @imbaebi @seungminnieinthebuilding @skzfangirl143

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕networks. @straykidsland | @k-films

[prodiaml]

✦ My Case ✦

⨳ BangChan x reader ⨳

One Shot

Synopsis: 9th member foreign reader is going through a rough patch with their family. Coming back to the dorm late after a midnight run, they find Chan waiting for them.

Tags/warnings: 1st person, fluff, hurt/comfort, platonic can be read as romantic, reader is on edge and a bit of a brat, mention of a shity family, Chan is the best.

A/N: I wrote this for myself and decided to post it incase others needed some comfort. If it helps me then why not share right? I have another one coming up, I’m an angsty b and writing these make me feel better.

English is not my first language, I am sorry if some phrasings feel weird. (This feels weird ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ)

Word count: 1318

Things are… Hectic, to say the least. But before I dive in, let’s start properly.

Hi, I’m Stray Kids Y/N. We’re an up and coming Kpop group of 9 members who debuted a year ago. It was our dream and we are now living it. It’s hard work, really hard work, but a dream nonetheless. 

If only my personal life was a dream too.

This was my dream, so I thought my parents would have been proud of me. After all, they did allow me to go to Korea for this, and they seemed more than happy when I passed the auditions. But now that I’ve made it? Now that all my hard work is paying off? They almost seem  mad that it worked. It seems crazy, but maybe.. Maybe they didn’t believe in me from the start.. Maybe they actually wanted me to fail so I’d finally listen to them, so I’d become what they wanted me to become.. Crazy right? Still the thought won’t leave me. Especially since they’re always on my case recently, have been for awhile actually. They’re never happy about what I do or don’t, and I have to admit that it’s getting to me. I’m frustrated, sad, mad, and so much more that I don’t even have words for it. Not that I really want to focus on it much.

They called today, and after a (not so) great  conversation, my emotions were all over the place, I felt restless. Not knowing what to do with myself then, I decided to go on a late night run. The cool air of the night, the sounds of the city, it was bound to quell the storm brewing inside; or at least exhaust me enough to fall asleep without tossing and turning for hours beforehand. 

Satisfied enough with the exercise, I return to the dorm to find the lights still on.

“I’m home.” I announce as I toe off my shoes. “Is anyone still up?”

It wouldn’t be the first time one of the guys forgot to shut the lights before going to bed, but it also wouldn’t be new for me to be jump scared by one of them just because I assumed no one was up.

“Yeah I’m here.” Chan answers from the living room. “You’re home late.”

“And you’re here early. I thought you’d still be in the studio.”

He looked at me unimpressed. “We were. But we can’t come home at 4 am everyday. We know when to take a break.” 

“Good for you.” I sigh, heading to the kitchen.

It is absolutely not right nor fair for me to act this way with my leader, and I know I’ll regret it later, but I’m just so damn tired, I do not want to hear this tonight. 

“Hey wait!” I hear him call out as I leave the room. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Why?” looking over my shoulders I see him following me, stopping right by the kitchen’s door.

“It’s not like you to be out on your own so late. The guys said it’s been like that all week.”

The worry in his voice irks me, I do not want to talk right now.

I cross my arms and turn to face him.  “The guys are snitches.”

There’s a strange expression on his face, a mix of confusion and worry. It doesn’t suit him, if I wasn’t still so pent up I’d take it back right now. But I don’t, I only glare at him.

“You know you can talk to me right?” Chan asks softly. “If something’s going on-”

“I’m fine Chris.” I interrupt sharply.

The sound of my own voice shocks us both, bringing me back down from the high of my earlier emotions and the rest of adrenaline from my run. We both look at each other in disbelief. Never had I so much as raised my voice at Chan. He has done too much for me, I had too much respect for him, and here I am, almost shouting at him. What is wrong with me?

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.” I apologize remorsefully. “I didn’t mean to shout, I’m sorry. I just.. I just don’t need someone else to be on my case." The slight panic in my voice is evident as I pitifully try to explain myself.

“Who..? Y/N what’s going on?” The look on his face abruptly turns to concern. “Talk to me please.”

I bite my lower lip and look at the floor, trying my best to keep my temper in check. It’s Chan, it’s fine, he’s just worried.

“It’s not a big deal, it’s my parents. They’re.. They’re being a lot right now and it’s getting to me I guess.” I shamefully admit.

His brows shot slightly up, surprised by my answer. We don’t talk about my family, I’ve never been one to offer much information about them, especially when it’s not going well. Before our debut, during one of our endless after training conversations, he asked about my family life before Korea, and after a pretty vague description of it all, I hinted that this wasn’t something I was comfortable discussing. To his credit, he never asked again.

“What do you mean?” He tentatively asks.

“I don’t even know, really.” I sigh. “I think they’re mad at me? Ever since we’ve started getting popularity they’ve been all over the place. In the group chat they complain that I don’t share enough but when I do it’s radio silence. Some days they’re nagging because I don’t call enough, but when I do call they’re being passive aggressive.  When I talk about what we do, they suddenly change the subject, then they’re disappointed when I don’t tell them what I do.” A tear falls to the floor, I realize I’m starting to cry. My voice distorts as my throat tightens, but I can’t stop talking. “It’s like, like I’m not part of it anymore, like I don’t matter. But it’s more, there has to be a reason, right? So I started thinking and I realized that they didn’t expect me to make it.. Even worse, I think they didn't want me to make it. It’s like they never believed in me, but they indulged me, and now that they’ve been proven wrong they’re angry, and.. disappointed? And it sucks cause they gave me the approval, they were the one to say ‘okay, follow your dreams’, and now, since it’s not what they wanted or expected, it’s not good enough. It’s never good enough! I’m never good enough!”

My hands wipe furiously at my eyes to stop the tears from coming, but now that the dam is broken, it won’t stop. In an instant I feel his arms envelop me and I start sobbing violently in his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay.” His voice is small, soft. ”You’re good enough for us. You’ll always be good enough for us.”

A broken sob escapes me at his words and his arms tighten around me. For a long moment he stays silent, the sound of my crying the only thing breaking the silence, until softly, gently, he starts rocking us back and forth, and I feel his breath in my hair as he whispers “you’re okay, I got you.”

“You’re a good leader Chan. And a great friend.” I mumble against his chest once I’ve calmed down.

He huffs out a laugh, releasing his bear hug just enough to look at my tear stained face fondly. “You’re a great person Y/N, never forget that.”

“Thank you Chani.” I smile gratefully at him.

“You’re welcome.” He returns. “Next time come talk to me before it gets too much, yeah?”

“Yeah.. Yeah, I can do that”

After making sure I was okay, we both said goodnight and headed to our respectful bedrooms. Feeling much better, I lay down and fall asleep with a lighter heart.

[stay-somnia]

SKZ! A/B/O! Omegaverse! Scents

Chan

His scent is the definition of primal: cedar forests so dense you have to claw your way out never knowing what direction you're going. Chan's scent is both comforting and dangerous, still woodlands lulling you in as ancient eyes watch.

Lee Know

Lee Know's scent is as strange as he is. Driftwood floating against foggy coastlines off black sand beaches. Brackish waters were rivers meet oceans his scent is clear with traces of salts. Your vision goes hazy as the gentle waves pull you under.

Changbin

Rose Oxide. Soft, brazen, metallic; Changbin's scent perfectly in embrace him. It's deceiving, subtle and kind at heart, the metallic clang quickly fades away once you're in its enamoring presence.

Hyunjin

Its hypnotizing, free spirited, this aired scent of Lilac's and Larch knows no limits. Faint in the beginning it grows more powerful over time, drawing you into a dream you won't wake up from.

Han

Electric citrus engulfed in rich chocolate, Han's scent is a comforting as it is addicting. It instills a fiery familiarity you can only acquire with over protective loved ones at your side. Once you taste it all else turns to ash.

Felix

Felix's scent of Jade and moss is a preservation of youth and vitality from times long ago. It's a bubble of peace. A place to clear your mind. A friend to call your own. Worry melts away once you pass the gates.

Seungmin

Leather bound notes and Bourbon. It's unnerving, unexpected, it's Seungmin. Archaic wisdom alight with mischief. Pages stained with a kind of love that most people will never get to know.

Jeongin

His scent is cold, alive, unique. Hawthorne fruit, candlestick ice, frozen rain. There's a beauty that you cant possibly comprehend. It invokes a sense of danger and pride but carries more warmth than a thousand suns.

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Im in the process of starting a 9th Member! reader Omegaverse fic so I wanted to explain how I perceive the boys scents. I know they are oddly specific but I cant imagine anything else. I don't quiet have synesthesia (at least I think) but some of all of these things have very distinctive smells. My friends call me crazy when I say jade has a VERY unique smell. I hope I was able to get my thoughts out coherently.

The first chapter should be out some time next week.

[milkistay]

getting over it — lmh

pairing. minho x gn!9th member!reader

format. drabble?

word count. 0.6k

synopsis. you really shouldn’t be crushing on one of your members. but when it comes to lee minho, how can you ever help yourself?

from your spot on the shiny dance practice floor, you can see the slight pinch in minho’s expression. it’s the smallest hint of a furrow in his eyebrows, the squint of his eyes—an expression of determined focus. you’ve observed him long enough to recognize it: he’s studying himself in his mind, going over the parts in the choreography that looked awkward and making mental notes to fix his positioning. these are the moments when minho’s dance background seems apparent. when the rest of your members collapse on the couch or the floor, their faces red and their breathing erratic, minho is still glued to perfecting himself. 

it’s admirable. you watch him in fascination, like it’s an honor to train with an idol like him, despite having trained with him since stray kids’s pre-debut days. but you can’t help but admire him.

and see, you’ve gotten good at pretending you see minho the same way you see the rest of your members, that the love you have for him is just that same undeniable love you have for them that draws a line at the platonic. 

because, of course, you’re best friends. all of the sleepless nights you spent sharing your deep anxieties and confessions on the floor of your dorm, all the afternoon lunches where you doubled over in laughter at the stupidest jokes, all the too-early mornings backstage at m countdown taking photos of each other falling asleep in the makeup chairs—they all count for something, no doubt about that. this is minho, your dear friend who you’d take a bullet for and who would do the same for you (and later find any way to bring up the fact he took a bullet for you and that you were indebted to him).

but this is also minho, with his bright, gleaming eyes and teasing smile and whole-hearted laughter. minho, who stops to pet every cat he comes across and never lets a mealtime pass without asking you if you ate and pokes fun at all his members but would never let them get hurt. 

minho, who will look at you one day in his perfectly-styled hair and just-tight-enough outfit on stage or put his hand on your back to guide you through a crowd or wear a stupid determined expression on his face during dance practice and suddenly make your chest clench in a way that just a “best friend” couldn’t. 

but you’ve gotten good at ignoring that nagging affection because you have to. you can’t afford to be catching feeling for your members, there exists simply far too many ways for it to go wrong. in fact, being rejected would be the best case scenario because it would avoid the endless trials of attempting to secretly date in a profession where secrets are a rare luxury. but there’s no point in even thinking about dating because it can’t happen. you know this. chan knows this when, one night, you two got a bit tipsy and you let your attraction to minho slip and chan immediately advised you to get it under control. you know. you know, you know, you know. 

but you watch him from your spot on the floor as he runs a hand through his hair and pushes it back, licks his lips, and subtly stretches his neck and, fuck, it’s hard to keep it under control. 

you’ll get over it, you swear you will. no, you promise you will. but is it too much to ask to just have this for a little longer? can’t you just watch him for a little longer?

but then he rises from his seat, claps his hands together, and instructs another run-through. as your members groan a bit and start to get up from the couch and the floor, minho catches your gaze and gives you a small, encouraging smile that’s equally friendly and endlessly affectionate.

you’ll get over it. eventually.

[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

[hyuneskkami]

working on a bang chan x 9th member!fem!reader smau 🤭🤭🤭🤭

it’s literally withdrawal symptoms from posting the final chapter of my lee know smau today ):

[this is also me checking if anyone other than @seraphicloves wants to be tagged (babe you will be tagged in EVERYTHING)]