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[dilabahng]

CHANGBIN X I.N SMUT AUDIO - 🎧

after practising, Jeongin was very horny. Changbin was the last to left the room.

Who Changbin was to say no to his little maknae and not please him ?

Ship : ChangIn

[strrykais]

(𐙚) ─── roommate texts with jeongin

things continue to grow tense after jeongin’s sort of confession, which only makes you come out with your own confession.

𐀔𓂃 kais note: damn third post i guess you can tell i have absolutely no plans today for my birthday… anyways finally a part two, heres part one if you need a refresher!

back to library | req: yes / no

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[ferrarifinnick]

── ✦ THE ROOMMATE AGREEMENT! JEONGIN (SKZ)

⭒+⭒ pairing: jeongin (i.n.) x 9th member!reader

⭒+⭒ series summary: living with skz!roommate. quirks, flaws, and friendship. which roommate are you signing up for?

✦ second instalment of the roommate series. ✦ warnings: fluff, f!reader, platonic friendship, thoughtfulness, mentions of physical touch, gentle teasing. ✦ wc: 0.5k

jeongin! as your roommate:

✦ sends you silly pictures of your stuffed animal wearing his sunglasses if you haven't spoken much in the day. likes the excited texts you send him about your 'jeongified' teddy bear. always makes him smile.

✦ spams you from his bed with memes in silence after long days. occasionally breaks the silence with a little fit of giggles, before quieting back down into silence until the next meme tickles him. sometimes he'll relocate to your bed to personally show you the meme that tickled him. forgets to go back to his own bed.

✦ hangs and folds everything. and so will you, because the backdrop of jeongin's out fit of the day mirror pictures will not feature a laundry pile.

✦ always closes doors quietly. unnecessary loud noise bothers him, and he isn't afraid to send a message to the dorm groupchat to curse out the guys if he can see their noise from the kitchen is disturbing you, too.

✦ likes the bedroom windows to be open at all times, even in the winter. "i need fresh air," he says when you complain, but he agrees to a compromise of leaving the windows open only when your schedules have you both out all day in dance practice or studio recordings. as much as he loves coming back to clean air, the guilt sits heavy when he notices you shivering the second you enter the room.

✦ keeps a blanket on his bed for this exact reason. "sorry it's chilly in here, noona. let me warm you up," he says, draping the fluffy blanket over your shoulders and holding you closer for warmth.

✦ insists his hat collection has priority in the closet over your handbag collection.

✦ keeps the bottom drawer of his bedside table stocked with the snacks only he likes. but eventually starts keeping some that you like as a deterrent to protect his own. and he just knows if anything is ever missing. "i know what you did."

✦ military-like discipline when it comes to making his bed. every morning, the sheets are tucked under the mattress, pillows lined up neatly at the headboard. if you're too busy to make your bed on rushed mornings, he'll probably end up making yours, too.

✦ frequently mistakes your charger for his. ends up with your charger and his plugged into the socket on the side of his bed without realising until you come asking if he's stolen it again.

✦ has a 50% chance of accepting physical touch. sometimes he just needs his space after getting his cheeks squished by chan, or personal space invaded by hyunjin all day. but when he is cuddly, he's hard to kick out of bed.

✦ takes a polaroid picture of you both on your first night of becoming roommates. has kept it taped to the wall above his bed ever since.

so, who’s signing the roommate agreement with jeongin? like, comment, reblog. love <3

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[daphnnie]

SKZOO SCOOTERS

THEY SEE ME ROLLIN’ THEY HATIN

Everyone gets a scooter! 🎊

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[linoguy]

the Gingers™ as of 2025

[howeverlikewise]

Plot: Jeongin

: Fic recs for Jeongin

Credits will be given with each rec, as well as genre to navigate easily <3

Visit my writing page @sweatyracoon to see SKZ fics as well as ATZ

Fluff

⭐Waiting after the Rain - Masterlist (omegaverse, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, pregnant reader, poly) by @softjeekies

All his - secretly dating one of the members as their makeup artist. He finds out another member flirted with you by @binnieverssse

Digital boyfriend |Masterlist| - You were desperate for a connection. All the dates you had before just weren't working, so you went to a local GameStop. You found an old cartridge loosely depicting a dating sim. You took it home, and found eight save files. You look through each one by @sweatyracoon

Angst

⭐Waiting after the Rain - Masterlist (omegaverse, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, pregnant reader, poly) by @softjeekies

SKZ as Phobias |Headcanons| - by @sweatyracoon

NSFW/ Suggestive

Emo! Jeongin x Fem Reader🔞 - /smut/ by @hisslt

Stray Hearts Event |Rent a Boyfriend| (Strangers to ???, smut, fluff, suggestive, fxm) by @baby-yongbok

Someone to Guide Me🔞 - older and wiser tutor teaches you a lesson in obedience (smut, ??? To lovers, fluff, college) by @emmiesoverthemoon

Member x Member

Kinktober Event |Deepthroating|🔞 - Virgin!Felix x Jeongin (virgin!Felix, smut, established relationship) by @violet-1atte

[sweatyracoon]

Notes: 4 months later...I'm so sorry

Warnings: some serious chat, smut talk, language, fluff, baby bread, lore dump

When you opened your phone that day, while on your break, you chatted more with the gamer geek.

Turns out, this is only one of two cartridges ever produced by the company before they went bankrupt.

A female and a Male version. The female one was auctioned a few times, but was unable to be traced down to a single owner.

It is lost.

You, somehow, ended up with the male version easily, with no one realizing what they sold to you.

It held impeccable value due to its unique and rare coding.

A demo was placed into production, but never finished. It was supposed to be a second version of both the male and female final product.

But they were scrapped due to funding issues.

The coding still exists for the demos, but no one that knows about their existence can pinpoint their location.

After you finished reading that, your mind spiralled.

This game was the only one in existence?

Now you can never share it with anyone. Not even friends. You can't invite people over since the guys just turn on your computer whenever you want.

Not that your complaining.

When you went back home, you made dinner, showered, and got in a onesie. It was cold.

You sat in front of your computer. It was already on, but the game itself wasnt loaded.

You clicked on it, and waited.

When the slots appeared, you thought back to your conversation with Hyunjin. He said the one named Jeongin seemed excited to meet you.

Without a second thought, you clicked it.

It took almost too long to load, making you worry something had happened to the game itself.

Right as you went to pull out the cartridge, the screen turned a lime green.

It was so bright compared to the soft pastels you were used to.

"Hello?" You asked, still not seeing anyone.

A few more moments passed before a broken voice suddenly appeared.

A glitch on the screen passed through before he appeared on the screen.

Your eyes widened at how young he looked. Maybe late teens, early twenties, and his hair was a beautiful curly ginger.

His eyes looked like a foxes, and his dimples deep as he smiled.

You waved.

"Hi," you said awkwardly, feeling a blush creep up into your face.

He smiled.

"Hi. Your y/n right?" His voice was smooth, and deep.

Not as deep as Felixs', but it was mature.

An old soul, perhaps.

Then you paused. Old soul? He's a digital character.

"I've been waiting to meet you. Your very pretty," he says shyly.

"Thanks," you smile, turning a deep red.

"So, what do you like to do? Hyunjin paints and...Felix and Han sing. Chan is, the leader? Do you all have hobbies?" You asked, wanting to make it less awkward.

He smiled.

He's always smiling-

"Well...we all sing. We were modeled after musicians. Personally, I like gaming. Chan is the leader. He was the first. But he's more of a protector. Han, he loves reading and watching anime. Felix, he likes gaming too, but he's bad at it-"

You laughed softly.

"-Hyunjin is the artist. Lee Know likes animals. You'll meet him later. He may seem cold, but he's a big softy. Changbin, he loves making music. And rapping. And lastly, Seungmin...hes very sarcastic, but loves his guitar," He finishes, smiling fondly.

You smile with him, loving how he speaks so fondly of them before you pause.

"Wait...modeled after musicians? What musicians?" You thought it was an innocent question with a simple answer.

His smile faded, and his eyes widened.

"What?"

You frowned.

"You said-" you were cut off.

"I didnt say that. No, i... I dont know why I said that," he looked nervous, so you didnt press any further.

You looked at him worried.

Changing the subject, hoping to make this first meeting pleasant, you asked, "so what games do you play?"

"Oh...uhm, League of Legends with Felix and Seungmin," his normal smile was back onto his face, relieving you.

"Are you any good?" You grinned.

You weren't much of a gamer, but would love to play with them.

"I'm not as bad as Felix, nit as good as Seungmin," he says shyly, scratching his neck.

"I'm not any good either, but I'd love to play with you guys sometimes," you tilted your head, feeling shy again.

His face was so pretty it made you want to cry.

You could tell he is the youngest. Maybe he wasnt fully programmed like the rest. But you didnt mind.

"Well, I dont think the others would mind. Seungmin is the healer, though," he said, making you nod with a giggle.

"Understood," you grin.

It almost looked like he was about to say something, but then paused, looking to the side. He nodded.

You wondered if one of the others were talking to him, and you were right. He turned and smiled at you.

"Gotta go. But we'll talk soon," then he left off the side of the screen without letting you say it back.

It made you blink. Watching the screen go from a line green to a pale gray made you freeze. What happened?

Suddenly, your screen froze before an icon appeared.

Move to Chans room?

>yes No

Chan must've wanted to see you.

You clicked yes, and the screen turned a pale pink. You were now in Chans room.

"Chan?" You asked, your voice soft.

"So you can tell us apart by our color? Smart," he moved into line of vision, letting you see from his shoulders, up.

"What's going on? I barely got to talk to jeongin," you said sadly. "Is he okay?"

He sighed.

"Yeah, he just wasnt supposed to give too much information. And I know you'd want an explanation-" he sighed.

You nodded.

"Who was it you guys were inspired from?" You asked curious.

He sighed.

"People of the same name. The company JYP. You familiar with them?" He asked.

You blinked.

"Yeah? I work for them. They're a furniture company,"

"They weren't always a furniture company-"

All of a sudden, articles upon articles popped up on the screen. Chan wanted you to see them.

"His father when he was younger wanted to produce games for lonely people. Like you. He made two games, and two demos before he found he was losing more money than making. And when his son was old enough, he turned it into something successful."

All you could do was blink.

What the hell was he talking about?

The few articles he brought up, only one of then talks about the games made by the company in their earlier years.

"What are the other games like?" You asked.

If they were anything like this cartridge, you wanted them all.

"Oh. Uhm, out of the four, there were two demos. Not released. He placed the lost code within our coding so it wouldn't get lost. As for the girl version, it's called XG. There are seven slots. That's all I know,"

You blinked yet again. How did your friend even come across this cartridge? You made a mental note to ask her.

"So, someone out there has the alternate version?"

He shrugged.

"Supposedly. Or maybe the game is rotting on a shelf. I dont know." He said with a blank face.

"Maybe you guys can help me find it," you said, hopeful.

He made a thoughtful face, then sighed.

"Maybe we can. While your at work, I'll have the guys look."

You smile.

"And what of the demos? You said they are in your coding?"

Chan cringed.

"Yes, but they aren't complete. We're able to speak to the others, but they are terribly glitchy,"

Your eyes widen.

"You can't complete the code yourself?"

He shook his head.

"No. None if us were programmed with that knowledge," he said sadly. "I know one of the girls were, but they obviously aren't here,"

"The girls? XG?" You asked, now fueled more than ever to get that cartridge ever since you found out about it.

He nodded.

"We need to find it, then. Free the demos," you said softly, making him smile.

"Your too kind," he smiled gently.

You laughed. "Whered Jeongin go?"

"Here," Chan looked down, and his arms moved as if he were doing something.

Then all of a sudden, you were kicked from his room, stunning you. But you calmed when you were quickly placed back into the line green room.

"Welcome back," you heard the youngers voice.

"Glad to be back," you said softly, making him smile.

"Sorry about that. I just knew he could explain it better,"

You shook your head. "Dont worry about it,"

"So, do you have any hobbies, y/n?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Uhm...not really. Haven't really had the time. The most I do aside from work is talking to you guys," your smile was off.

"Take some time off. Relax. You sound like you need it," he said softly.

"Your probably right. Maybe I should..." you yawned, contemplating his words.

"Sleep. It might help," he pointed to your bed behind you.

You nodded with a grin. "Yes, sir!"

It made both of you laugh, and as you stood, you paused.

"You said you all sing. Do you?" You asked softly.

He nods.

"Sing me to sleep?" You raise a brow, hopeful.

"Sure,"

You both smile, and as you got comfortable, he watched, his head rest on his palm.

Once all the lights were off, and you were half asleep, he started to sing.

And it was beautiful.

The way he pronounced his words made it seem like it lasted forever. His voice was soft but confident.

And it made you fall asleep faster than you ever had.

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[quillhyunie]

Can i request some hurt/Comfort with I.N please ^°^

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you'll like it. <3 ☆ Requests are open! Check my masterlist for other works and take a look here if you'd like to support me <3 Out of tune ˙⋆✮ CW: (requested) angst, fluff

summary: Y/N and Jeongin live together, but his nonstop rehearsals for Stray Kids’ comeback start to pull them apart. Tired of waiting alone at home, Y/N decides to surprise him at the studio — only to be met with his frustration as he struggles through a tough recording. When Jeongin snaps and calls her a distraction, she runs out heartbroken, convinced she’s become one more thing stressing him out.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The clock on the wall glows 11:47 PM. The apartment is dark except for the small lamp in the corner, casting a soft pool of light over the couch where I sit — waiting.

Again.

Jeongin texted me hours ago: «Just a few more takes, I’ll be home soon.» That was four hours ago.

I stare at the message until my eyes blur, then set my phone down with a sigh. He’s been like this for weeks — always at the studio, always working. I get it. The comeback’s close, and he wants it perfect. But the more time he spends there, the more it feels like he’s slipping through my fingers.

When I finally crawl into bed, the sheets are cold on his side. I fall asleep to the sound of the door not opening. .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The next morning, I wake up determined. Enough waiting.

If he won’t come home to me, I’ll bring home to him.

I spend the day baking his favorite brownies — the chocolate ones with the sea salt on top — and pack them into a box with a little handwritten note. Just something simple: You’re doing amazing. Don’t forget to eat. I love you.

When I get to the JYP building, I’m nervous but excited. The staff at the front recognizes me and lets me through with a smile, and soon I’m standing outside the recording studio. I can hear music bleeding faintly through the door — Jeongin’s voice, strained, repeating the same line again and again.

«Almost there, Innie,» I hear Chan say inside. «Try to relax your throat.»

I take a deep breath and push the door open just a little. Seungmin looks up first. His face lights up. «Y/N! Hey!»

Immediately, the room warms with greetings — Felix waves from behind the soundboard, Han grins, and Chan gets up to give me a quick side hug. «Hey, what are you doing here? Jeongin’s gonna flip.»

I smile, holding up the small box. «Just wanted to surprise him. I brought brownies.»

The guys exchange knowing looks — the kind that say he really needs this — and Chan gestures toward the booth. «He’s recording. Wait till he’s done, yeah?»

I nod, staying near the back of the room. Through the glass, I can see him: hair messy, eyes focused, jaw tense. He’s biting his lip as the track starts again.

He tries the same line. Misses a note. Again. Misses it. He curses under his breath, takes off his headphones, and runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

Chan presses the intercom button. «Take five, Jeongin.»

Jeongin turns — and that’s when he sees me. For a second, his expression softens in surprise. But then it changes. His brows knit, and his shoulders stiffen.

He opens the door to the booth and steps out, still holding the headphones. «What are you doing here?» he asks, his voice low but tight.

The room goes quiet.

«I— I just wanted to see you,» I say, holding out the box. «You’ve been working so hard, I thought—»

He cuts me off, shaking his head. «Y/N, you shouldn’t be here right now.»

The words sting. «Why not?»

«Because—» He exhales sharply, eyes closing for a moment. «You’re a distraction.»

My heart stops. «A distraction?»

«I can’t focus when you’re here,» he says, voice sharper now. «I’m already stressed, and this isn’t helping. Please, just— go home.»

The box in my hands suddenly feels heavy. My throat tightens as I force a shaky smile. «Right. Of course. Sorry for… distracting you.»

Before anyone can say anything, I turn and walk out — fast, before the tears can fall.

By the time I reach the back exit, I’m crying. The air outside hits cold against my cheeks, mixing with the heat of humiliation and hurt. I can still hear his voice in my head — a distraction — like I’m something in the way.

I sit down on the steps, clutching the box to my chest, the note inside now feeling stupid and small. .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Inside the studio, Chan crosses his arms, glaring at Jeongin. «You realize what you just did, right?»

Jeongin looks lost. «Hyung, I didn’t mean—»

«You called her a distraction, Jeongin,» Chan snaps. «She came here because she misses you, because she loves you. You’ve been shutting her out for weeks. Go fix it before she thinks you don’t care.»

Jeongin’s eyes widen. He doesn’t even answer. He just drops the headphones, grabs his jacket, and bolts. .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

«Y/N!»

His voice echoes through the alleyway behind the building, but I can’t bring myself to turn. My tears blur the streetlights into soft, glowing streaks. I hear his footsteps pounding closer.

Then warm hands grab mine. «Y/N, please— stop.»

I turn, meeting his eyes — wide, desperate, full of panic. His chest rises and falls quickly, breathless from running. «I’m sorry,» he says immediately, voice trembling. «I didn’t mean it.»

«You said I’m a distraction,» I whisper, my voice breaking. «That you didn’t want me there.»

He shakes his head violently, stepping closer. «No. No, that’s not what I meant. I’m just— I’ve been so stressed, Y/N. Every time I open my mouth in that booth, it feels wrong. And then you showed up and I just… panicked. I didn’t want you to see me failing.»

My heart softens despite the ache. «You’re not failing.»

He lets out a shaky breath, eyes glistening. «But it felt like it. And instead of leaning on you like I should have, I pushed you away.» His voice drops to a whisper. «I’ve missed you so much it hurts, and the moment you came, I took it out on you. I’m so sorry.»

I swallow hard, the tears returning — but this time they’re quieter. He takes a cautious step forward. «Can I… can I hold you?»

I nod before I can even think.

He wraps his arms around me, tight and trembling, pressing his face into the crook of my neck. His breath is warm against my skin, his voice muffled when he whispers, «You’re not a distraction. You’re the only reason I get through any of this.»

I bury my face in his hoodie, clutching the fabric. «Then don’t shut me out anymore.»

«I won’t,» he promises instantly. «I swear.»

He leans back just enough to look at me, his thumb brushing the tear from my cheek. Then, quietly, almost shyly, he presses his lips to mine.

It’s slow — not rushed or hungry, but apologetic. The kind of kiss that says I messed up, but I love you more than I can say.

When we finally part, he rests his forehead against mine. «Stay a little longer? I’ll finish recording and take you home.»

I nod, smiling faintly. «Only if you promise to eat first.»

He grins, eyes flicking to the box still clutched in my hand. «Are those your brownies?»

«Yeah,» I whisper, brushing his cheek. «Sea salt. Your favorite.»

He groans softly, leaning in to kiss me again — this time a little deeper, sweeter. «You really are dangerous, you know that?»

I laugh, a small, wet sound. «Guess I am a distraction after all.»

He smiles, holding my face like I’m the only thing keeping him steady. «Yeah,» he murmurs. «But you’re my distraction.»

When we walk back into the studio, everyone looks up. Chan’s the first to spot us — Jeongin’s hand still laced tightly with mine — and his expression softens instantly. «Good,» he says simply, a little smile tugging at his mouth. «You fixed it.»

Jeongin scratches the back of his neck, sheepish. «Yeah… I did.»

Han lets out a quiet «Finally,» and Felix nudges him with his elbow. I laugh under my breath, feeling the tension in the room dissolve.

Jeongin guides me to a seat near the console. «Stay here, okay?» His voice is gentle now, careful — like he’s making sure I’m really staying this time.

I nod, clutching the brownie box in my lap.

He steps into the booth again, puts on his headphones, and looks up — eyes finding mine immediately through the glass. He gives me the tiniest smile, the kind that tugs at one corner of his mouth, and something inside me melts.

«Ready?» Chan asks from the mixing board.

«Yeah,» Jeongin says, his voice steady for the first time all day. «Let’s do it.»

The track starts. That same line that tortured him for hours plays again — but this time, it’s different. He closes his eyes, breathes deep, and sings.

His voice is clear, full, effortless. Like the moment I walked in, all the weight on his shoulders finally slid away.

When the last note fades, the room is silent for a heartbeat — then Chan lets out a low whistle. «That’s the one.»

Jeongin laughs, pulling off the headphones. His cheeks flush pink, but his eyes are shining. He opens the door and crosses the room straight to me.

«That was amazing,» I whisper.

He kneels down in front of me, taking my hands. «You know why I got it right this time?»

«Why?»

He smiles, the kind that reaches his eyes. «Because you were here.»

My heart squeezes so tight it almost hurts. «Jeongin…»

He leans in, pressing his forehead against mine. «I meant it earlier,» he murmurs. «You’re not a distraction, Y/N. You’re my calm. My reminder of why I do this.»

I can’t help but laugh softly, blinking back tears. «You’re really corny when you’re tired.»

He grins. «You love it.»

«I do,» I admit.

He kisses me again — slow, gentle, the world outside the studio fading to nothing but his warmth and the quiet hum of the speakers.

When we finally pull apart, Chan clears his throat. «Alright, lovebirds. Take those brownies and go home before you make us all jealous.»

Everyone laughs, and Jeongin grabs the box from my hands, opening it with a grin. «She made these for me,» he announces proudly.

Han snatches one anyway. «Correction: she made them for us.»

Jeongin pretends to glare, then looks at me — softer now, almost shy. «Thank you,» he whispers.

«For what?»

«For coming to find me,» he says. «Even when I didn’t deserve it.»

I squeeze his hand. «You’ll always deserve it.»

He smiles, that dimple I’ve missed so much appearing for just a second before he stands and helps me up. As we leave the studio hand in hand, he glances over his shoulder, eyes bright and grateful.

And when he leans down to whisper, «Let’s go home,» I know we’re finally back in tune.