when reader is drunk, and your friend messages this member (hyung line)
warnings: alcohol use
a/n: this is the hyung line, if you would like a written version of any of these guys — let me know! on a similar note, i have seen the requests and have begun working on one.. it should be done soon!! aiming for 1.2k words, please bear with me :)
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side note — i am also aiming for requests to be done within a week of being sent in, but my life will begin to get busy again soon !! requests will stay open though <3
not a request, but have you seen those videos of wringing ferrets out after a bath? i like to compare them with kunikida fetching dazai out of a river for the nth time that week
(this was mostly in response to this https://www.tumblr.com/candiedfright/748648952694472704/black-void-cat-dazai-or-brown-wet-pathetic-cat?source=share )
i feel like if i was in bsd i would have to be in the port mafia just because i don't think i would be able to argue with them like the agency does
like okay!! whatever you say gorgeous 😋💝 🎩
OH MY GOD LIKE HONESTLY SAME???????? we can be partners omg... we cld like go on a misson together and we can talk ALLLL about the drama and simp over akutagawa and chuuya.. id LOVE to be around chuuya and aku like omg... 🤤🤤 LIKE YEAH URGH CHUUYA ID LOVE FOR YOU TO SMASH ME????
summary .. bangchan x f!9th member reader, hurt/comfort with fluff! 2.9k
warnings .. some tears, yet nothing i believe to be generally harmful mentioned
a/n .. thank you for taking part in the voting! i appreciate how so many people voted! if this does well, i will likely do some more based on what is chosen :)
You skipped into the greyscale room, rushing to look at which photos the staff have decided to show. You spun around to look for the cameras, always waving at them while giggling like a child would in each video this team recorded. A running joke between you and the group of 30 something crew members. They pointed to the headset for you to pick up and listen to the video they had chosen to showcase some moments Stay loved between you and the leader of the group. Your face instantly lit up, bouncing on your feet as you laughed. “This was.. Wow.. one of the first SKZ Code episodes, right? That acting skit where we all had a different job in that building and had to find out who killed the CEO?” you nodded to yourself, looking back at the screen. “Each time! Each time I voted for Seungmin and then somehow it always turned against me!” you laughed, unable to feign anger.
“I remember when it came out… one Stay saw that Chan-hyung had a pack of chocolate buttons or something hidden in his apron pocket.. Yeah, I think it was something like that. And the whole video I was just reaching over and taking some. When we watched it back before it was posted, Changbin spotted it and made a huge scene!” you couldn’t contain your laughter at the memory now. Breathing in, you switched to the array of photos, forgetting to share your comments as you smiled and nodded.
“Look at me!” you pointed, gasping as you unclipped it from the string. “My braces! I was so little.. You know, this was before the survival show, right?” Some of the staff didn’t know that you and Chan really did go that far back, and you just nodded into what fans always called ‘the abyss’ – of course, you were really just communicating with the staff. A terrible habit you had of forgetting to ‘forget that the staff exist’, often talking to them about your thoughts instead of your fellow members. You always get scolded for this by the directors, however you all know that they wouldn’t change those candid moments from you for anything.
“When this photo was taken, it was on Nayeon’s phone. She always babied Chan and I, even though every word she said to me in Korean always went right over my head.” Your fond smirk at that relationship between yourself and the Twice member interrupted what you were saying. “What was I saying.. Yeah, so long ago. Back when Chan wasn’t always called Grandpa.” you smiled at the photo once more before putting it back up.
Suddenly remembering to share your thoughts, you pointed at one near the bottom. With a soft voice, “I think this is one of my favourite memories here.” A call of ‘why?’ from the staff quickly prompted your explanation. “This is a photo that… who took this.. Uh, wait let me think..” you dramatically rubbed your chin, displaying how excited you were for this episode. “I think it was Changbin who took this photo. Probably. Should I show the camera the photo?” A staff member shook their head, but you didn’t even notice and brought the glossy rectangle up to the camera to show viewers anyways.
The image depicted was beyond blurry, but a figure was able to be seen standing on a sink holding a laptop above their head. It was you. And stood, ground level, was none other than Chan trying to grab it from you.
“This was when I still lived with the trainee girls, which, as a girl who had gotten to debut… caused a lot of arguments at the time. Reasonably so, of course! And that night, I had gotten into their dorm where 3RACHA + Hyunjin were living and begged Chan to let me stay. I ended up getting my way.”
[ Do you feel anything unexpected by looking at these photos? - the staff prompted] “Yeah.. I feel betrayed that he never told me that neon and denim didn’t go together..” you pulled a face so jarring that an editor would cover it up with a photo of your Skzoo. “Nah, to actually answer it.. I feel strangely maternal towards these photos, you know? Like, look at that baby face? He would comfort me when he was still a baby. Sorry.. I hate using the word ‘baby’ so much.”
You finally got to entering the blue themed room, Chan was already there. Humming some tune while looking at the background display, totally unaware you had come in. Instantly noticing, you flash a knowing smile to the camera and grab a couple pens and duck in front of the couch. Putting a finger over your lips to the staff, you hop up and toss a pen to the back of his head before ducking back down before he can see you.
He of course knows it was you. To get one back, “Hey.. did one of you throw that?” he pretends. Shockingly, it works on you. You wait a few moments, hoping he has turned around again and you jump up.
He grabs you playfully as you scream.
“You’re not as shy as you used to be in front of the camera.” He admits, pushing you onto the sofa as he walks towards the beanbag chair. You can only hum in response. “..Yeah.” you admit once he sits down. Chan breathes, “Well, you and I are quicker when we talk in English anyways.” to which you nod, Chan often downplayed just how good he was in Korean when mentioned to you. You almost always paused to try and carefully get the words out when you switched languages. “Yep.. if it wasn’t for me refreshing your English… you and Felix would be hopeless if you got lost in Australia.” earning a hearty laugh from Chan.
“Stop putting yourself down, we both know you understand practically everything that is said when it is Korean.” you didn’t reply, your eye caught on a frame across the set. Chan doesn’t notice you spaced out, despite the staff finding it a little amusing. The word ‘trainee’ catches your ear as it exits Chan’s mouth.
“Huh, sorry, that frame is like.. A little askew.” Chan chuckles as you walk over to fix it, then decide to take a seat against the wall by it. Chris restarts what he was getting at. “I was just saying, the photo section had some pictures I had totally forgotten about, circa before we met the others. I teared up a little back there, I gotta admit.”
“No you didn’t..” You scoffed. “Hand on my heart!” He exclaimed, laying his right hand on his chest. You simply rolled your eyes and tilted your head back, allowing the crown of your skull to rest against the wall. “I reminisced, I stayed cool and nonchalant though.” you teased.
“I’m just really.. Proud of you. You know?” The atmosphere had shifted a little. That one word sends a feeling of warmth across to you. You groaned, pretending to hate it – always struggling to accept ‘sappy’ things like that. He continues. “Look, I don’t really get the opportunity to say it. You arguably have one of the hardest positions, dare I say in any group concept. Mixed gender - especially our split of 8 to 1, is hard. You do very well. I don’t think I could manage it.”
You sigh a thanks under your breath. “I still pinch myself sometimes that we managed to debut.” Chan nods in thought.
“Would you do it again?”
“What?”
“A survival show.”
“Not for all the money in the world.” you finish that train of thought decisively. Chan is shocked. “Really?”, his Aussie accent pops out before he continues. “Yeah, it was hard work but.. I don’t know what to say. To be fair, I haven’t thought about it that much. You know.. pros and cons wise.”
You fiddled with a Wolfchan plush you grabbed from a shelf. “We argued a lot at that time.” you reply plainly. Chan’s face twists in thought. “Did we really back then? We bump heads now but, I wouldn’t say that we argue.”
“Constantly back then, I mean.. I was definitely the problem when I think back on it. Maybe not like Hyunjin and Han but, I was always angry then.” you instantly feel like you have said far too much. You hadn’t even realised your voice cracked midway through. Chan decided not to mention it. He heard you breathe in shakily as you fiddled with Wolfchan’s ears.
“I mean, I have known you since.. Since I basically became a trainee? Right?” you nodded at his words before you added on. “I was.. Wow. Like 10? I don’t think they do trainees that young anymore?” you continue thinking out loud. “2010.. You became a trainee. 2011, I did. And you are a few years older than I am. Yeah.” the realisation dawns on you.
“We have known each other longer than we haven’t known each other!” you laugh out loud, blinking some tears away from the previous topic. Chan smiles at that fact.
A comfortable, yet not compelling for viewers, silence washed over as your pleased laughs at that fact subsided and the staff took the opportunity to hand you both a photo. Both are different.. “Berry..” he smiled. Before you even pick up yours from the table next to where you sit on the floor, you look at him. He explains, “when we were in Australia and you and I took Berry for a walk around my area.” He shows you the photo which makes you smile. He returns to looking at it as you turn yours over. A bittersweet smile finds your face subconsciously.
“What did you get, hm?” he walks over. “When we performed in my home country for the first time.” you whisper. He sits down next to you and gently takes the photo, seeing how bright your smile was as you stood next to him at that brief moment in time. He remembers that distinctly, and how nervous you were about it but the moment you saw those posters of the fans you did not stop smiling. “That was a good night.” you understate completely.
Chan considers what he wants to say, yet he goes ahead regardless. “I have always struggled to.. How do I say it..? Fully wrap my head around what made you so giddy that night?” you understand what Chan means. Of course you loved performing, and he and Felix loved to have a performance in Australia, but that night was clearly something untouchably special to you.
“That year.. Uh, 2019. With everything that had happened, especially in October, that one show really proved to me that-” you choked up. “Stays did like me.”
Chan thought you heard his heart break into a million pieces, but he covered it with a knowing nod.
“Being back at home, seeing some of my friends.. The ones I wouldn’t see often, since I became a trainee so young and would have time in Korea- then at home–” you stumbled over your words a little, Chan took a deep breath in. He did that often when you got overwhelmed. You never noticed this trick he would pull on you, but he always did it because you always copy it. So, you took a deep breath in before continuing.
“Seeing them at the barricades, with posters and photos of them and I, and then other Stays I hadn’t met before.. It helped me.”
You stopped. Chan nodded. “You do it well.”
“Huh?” you looked at him. Chan started walking to the end of the sofa nearest to where you sat yourself down, preferring to sit on an actual seat.
“You do take the most heat. And it is something that I don’t consciously worry about so much anymore. You’re all grown up now.” Chan looks at his hands as he talks. “Now that I think of it, we were different during the survival show. I’m sorry, I- I was stressed trying to.. Get us off of the ground.” he refers to the group, that quick apology turning back to the topic of hate.
“But when it comes to dealing with negativity, you’re strong. You don’t really snap, and that is admirable.” He doesn’t see the way you bite your lip to stop it from trembling.
Your sniffle gives you away. Finally talking again, shaking your head. “I’ve learnt to be okay with the comments. Naturally, I don’t like what people assume. We all know that they will assume I’m dating- or have dated at least one of you guys.. Or that I must be fawning over one of you. I hate that. You guys are my brothers.” You don’t realise you are shaking until Chan finds the tissue box, he cannot remember the last time he has seen you cry. “I’m just so glad that it is me that gets the backlash.” Your red eyes meet his and he crouches in front of you, dabbing away the tears.
“Why are you glad it is you?” he seems perplexed, missing the point of what you just said. What you say next leaves his eyes a little glossy. “I would hate for it to be directed to any of you.”
“I’ll stop crying,” you mumble. He firmly shakes his head. “Let it out, talk to me. Tell me what about the survival show is such a sore topic.” You shakily breathe.
“When we were all training hard, I think maybe I just didn’t know how to be scolded by you? Don’t get me wrong, I know I was a pain. JYP gave me that feedback in weekly behavioural meetings.” That chunk of ups and downs finished with a raspy laugh. You weren’t sobbing, just.. Shaken to have the opportunity to share the feelings that unknowingly haunted you.
“I’ve always admired your nature, especially the one you have grown into. Of course, people water it down to you having shy moments, but there are just some traits about you in everything that you do that show how much you care about all of us. Each mannerism you occupy makes our team so much more rich, all of ours do.” he speaks with his whole heart. He chuckles, “I feel like a proud dad right now.” The laugh that escaped you from his confession was probably the most precious moment in all of the 2 kids room episodes.
The two of you stood up, walking towards the couch to talk more. An opportunity to move out of the gloomy corner, the Wolfchan you were previously holding now moved to a pocket of your jacket. The two of you were handed one more singular picture, gasps and laughter coming from both of you.
“Where did you get this?!” he called out to the bundle of staff, faking an angry accusation as you laughed into your hands. The staff laughter was so loud the cameras must have picked it up. “I think Han took it-” you cracked up. Clearly the staff wanted to know the context.
After a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter, Chan could speak. “I had a migraine, and this slacker didn’t want to go to her vocal lesson..” he started cackling again, so you stepped in.
“I’m not a slacker! And you aren’t telling it right! This was when 3RACHA and Hyunjin were in a dorm.. And I had stayed for a sleepover with Hyunjin. Chan woke up with a migraine, so I stood on a chair at the end of his bed to hold up his feet.” You turned to the man with a deadpan expression, pretending to clutch your pearls.. “Siiiiighhh.. Like any good friend would..” which neither of you could keep a straight face for.
The final segment of the video. Leaving a message for the other.
Chris sits down, nodding. “This is the last episode for me to do and I think I am most grateful for this one. It isn’t often that we chat like this, which is kind of a good thing. It means that we would both be upset with each other. I don’t get sentimental on camera often, but these years have been a privilege for me. To get to keep growing with a platonic soulmate like no other. And to think it is a miracle she debuted with me, in such an unusual concept.. It makes me feel like a very lucky man.
This is the part where I write something?”
Y/n.
You never believe me when I say this, but out of how often I say that Stray Kids are a family.. You really are my sister and I would never want to do any of this without you lighting up every step our big, loud, boisterous family takes.
I love being your ‘Chris-oppa’ in a group of ‘Bangchan-hyungs’.
“I don’t have anything else to say other than what I want to write down.” You confess. The staff nod and you pick up the pen.
Chris,
You truly are my best friend, but I don’t say that enough. Even if I have caused unnecessary meetings and silver hairs for you. Thank you.
P.s Han is the one that broke the soundboard yesterday.
let me know if you like this kind of long format fic !!
hyunjin x reader -- requested !! i hope i got the message across with what you wanted :) i was busy this week, so i struggled with not getting it done in one go like i usually would.
notes: no warnings that i can think of, approx 0.9k words (??), idkkk i'm not the happiest with this but i want to learn how to write drabbles better!!
Many nights were spent like this, just lounging in the same room after a long day for both of you and doing your preferred activities to wind down. Of course, romantic dates with heartfelt memories being made were also ever so precious to you both.. But the significance of nights like tonight to simply wind down quietly were often underappreciated in the grand scheme of things. Nevertheless, Hyunjin and you always cherished this. As for now, the murmur of the TV and taps of the Apple pencil onto the iPad were all that made up the hum of noise in the room.
The main lights were off, with only the lamps and glows of the respective electronics lighting up the room as you watched some mindless piece of late night TV playing in English.
The episode was only just managing to keep holding half your attention. Comparable to a way one cannot stop watching a piece of drama unfold between strangers at a supermarket, keeping you awake enough to provide some solace to the totally focused man laying on top of you, his front parallel to yours as the back of his head aligned with your sternum.
Occasional speech would emerge, such as a piece of slang being dropped that his ears pick up, on which he would briefly ask you what it means. A common habit of his, and then you would hear him trying to impress Chan or Felix by (attempting to start) using it while conversing in English. Other vocal points would be him being sleepily-dramatic over your fingers taking when they are a pause from padding their way around the fuzzy hair on his head, to which he proceeded to protest in breathy mumbles and murmurs until you got the hint and came back to what “you should be doing” – as he always claimed. Or, comments every few minutes that stemmed from how he could feel your head shift to look at what he was doing, and ask about it.
This evening, the main conversation stirred when you quietly groaned in disappointment when a couple got to their turn on the nonsense piece of reality-tv. Your sweet boyfriend rolled over, gasping and widening his eyes to look at your face in that adorable, animated way the fangirls fawned over. “What happened?!” his interest suddenly spiked, as if the emergency broadcasting system started in response to your minor disappointment, placing down the pencil and drawing tablet on the coffee table to lay chest-to-chest. While you giggled softly at his nature, with his sweet face ridding how the screen on the wall had annoyed you moments prior, “Nothing bad, love. Just what you would expect on a show like this.”
“Buuutttt I want to knowwwww…” he whined, and you reached for the remote to pause it as he stared at your face expectantly, using his hands to rest on your forehead for no reason in particular. Stifling a yawn, you began to explain with a point at the screen. “This couple, it is some show where they test compatibility..” your voice trailed into the suppressed yawn before picking up again “..she just said that she fell in love with him because of his hair.” You attempted to translate effectively to Korean. Hyunjin looked at the man on the screen with a supposedly nice hair cut, and turned back to you. “Do you not think he has good hair?” he asked genuinely, not out of jealousy or questioning. To which, “His hair is fine, but that isn’t what I’m getting at.. With all the questions they have been asked about their relationship, it all just seems a little artificial to me. That is why I groaned.” Hyunjin simply nodded, tapping lightly on your forehead with that cheeky glimmer in his eyes before turning back around and placing your fingers back onto his head with a hum.
“I want to watch the show with you.” he stated matter-of-factly. Unpausing the show, they carried on answering the surface level questions. Each answer seemed shallower than the last, but you noticed Hyunjin picked back up what he was last doing on his drawing, leaving you to believe his attention span had given up on the show. You couldn’t blame him for that. Before he even touched the screen, you heard a disheartened mumble directed towards the ceiling.
“‘Jin? You okay?” you asked gently, fingertips tracing his hairline. He breathed, seeming confused. “So, do you not love my hair?” he didn’t make eye contact, he didn’t sound offended or anything.. Rather, he just sounded lost. Lost like someone had missed out on the punch line of the joke, or the word that changes the whole meaning of a sentence.
It clicked. There must have been a gap within how you communicated what you were trying to express to him. “Of course I do, ‘jini.” you whispered against the crown of his head, smelling your own shampoo, as your index fingers matched with the corners of his mouth, tilting his full lips into a smile from above.
“I don’t understand.. But you criticised them for their answers?” he turned over again, his elbows softly on your hoodie so he could rest his jaw on the heels of his soft palms. The same palms that smelled like your hand cream (the one he had ‘no idea’ where it had gone, yet keeps his skin smelling like citrus fruits.)
Sighing, your thumbs traced his eyebrows now that you were face to face, beginning to explain. “I love all of you, you know that. I hope so. But your appearance isn’t what made me fall in love with you.” Your always affectionate voice whistled the meaning into his mind, patiently explaining the nuance you were getting at.
“I love how your eyebrows show how you are feeling before your eyes do, but I fell in love with the fact that you aren’t ashamed of being passionate about what you are talking about.” you give him an example, not realising how much that sentence meant to him. Carrying on, so deeply in thought that you begin to look around the room while speaking: “I love how talented you are at art, but I fell in love with how devoted you are to creating it. I love your smile.. But I fell in love with it when you couldn’t stop smiling after I made you laugh for the first time.” You only stop when you feel his nose in the crook of your neck and hear a familiar mixture between humming and flustered giggling.
“Jagi..” he whines with the dramatic flair that is a constant feature of him. You smile as your eyes fall upon his eyes, letting your hand rest at the nape of his neck, making soft circles. You whispered into his hair, “I don’t know everything about those people on the screen, but if I were answering those questions..” you shrugged, thinking about how to say what you wanted to get across. “I don’t know.. I would just have far more to say about you. I wouldn’t need to be prompted, I could make a speech..” you felt his face heat up against your skin as he began to giggle, obviously flustered.
can i request a little cute soft stuff with hyunjin?
i would love to just love him? i mean he can lay on my chest and i would love to play with his hair and stuff maybe some little kisses too? in x reader format ofc
thank u!!
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aaaaandddd done! here it is :), i am not used to writing in shorter formats, so please forgive me .. but i really appreciate the request - this is the thing i love to read, y'know? like just loving someone :D
